[My First Car, Was: I'm a really really young fart today]

[losinit@usa.net (Cathy Boyko)]

Ron Pieper <rapieper@yahoo.com> wrote:
> >As for High school, I'm going to the prom Friday night, maybe I'll
> get =

> >lucky afterwards...

I recall Mom calling "Ron, get out from under that car and get cleaned
up for the Prom!"  So I picked up my date just in time and went to
Senior Prom with dirt under my fingernails.

Twenty years later, my darling calls out "Ron, get out from under that
car and get ready for the reunion!"  So I did, and embarrassed her with
dirty fingernails.

Funny, I didn't get lucky either time.

Only difference was that the first time the car was a Triumph TR-4 (my
first car).  Twenty years later it was a '58 Corvette (which I no
longer have, sob.)  Today, it'd be my wonderful, beloved, possessed
Victor (as in 16Victor) The Famous Cheap Scirocco.  And the second
time, I had less hair.  But I weighed the same (nya nya).

The more we change, the more we stay the same.  Face it folks, we're in
it for life.


For sure, I'd say we are doomed. At least your date knew what she was in =
for.
I've got prom pictures with my first car, the white 70 Firebird, spend ev=
ery
waking moment polishing those Cragar 5 spokes (nice wheels, still my
favorite), last time I saw one was in "American Beauty". With the hair it=
 took
all day at the hairdresser's to do, teased and ringlets, so 70's.
My brother wins the prize though, he spent the morning of his wedding wax=
ing
the Z28 Camaro, and neglected to eat. In the church, he gets to the "does=

anyone have objections" part, and slowly kneels and passes out. The bride=
's in
tears, but the car looked great! (he then proceded to spill a hot fudge s=
undae
down the front of his white tux on the way to the photos, a failed attemp=
t at
a sugar fix) I don't think his nails have ever been clean. =