Brevity is the soul of wit
..... coming from the guy that ponders on and on and on
Ha ha. The drive in made a lot of memories for many lol.Gee whizz., '72 Chevy Impala convertible.
Drive -In
......and this is a family show.
Yeah my niceness could have been the death of me,a life lesson I was lucky to survive through.I must have been naïve, my mate was a big dumb ox type, but wiser than me.Wow that was good and fast thinking by your friend. Probably saved your lives.
Yes, that was a close call indeed!Yeah my niceness could have been the death of me,a life lesson I was lucky to survive through.I must have been naïve, my mate was a big dumb ox type, but wiser than me.
BLUE RIBBON STORY!!!!When I was 17 and living down in the low country (South Carolina) I ran into a young (15) runaway who was living with a much older guy who was a drill instructor on the base there. He had let her use this old Corvair (remember those) with a standard transmission and shoe strings rigged together to work the clutch (don't ask) to run around in and we happened to be at the same place at the same time. She told me her story, and being the liberated 17 yr old I was, I expressed my thoughts on the matter and off we went in that old Corvair to get her belongs. Now, this guy lived in a trailer in a rather isolated trailer park that sat at the bottom of a pretty steep hill. She was thinking he wasn't home because it was early afternoon but she was still a little skittish about parking in front of the trailer so we parked up top of the hill and began to walk down. About half way down I heard a strange sound and looked back. There came that old Corvair down that hill, picking up speed on the way. I just remember I looked at her and she looked at me and we made a quick departure to one side and watched. That old Corvair was probably hitting what? 40-50 miles and hour by the time it got all the way down the hill -- and low and behold -- it just kept on going... Right through that dude's trailer. I mean THROUGH it. She was freaking out and scared to death what he would do with her. I asked her, "how old are you"? "15". "And how old is he"? "30's". Nothing. He's not going to do anything girl. Let's go. And we did.