06-08-2015, 02:56 AM
I am somewhat reluctant to admit this, but back around 1980 or so, I went a party with my friend Bob, noticed a kick-ass '70 Mach 1 ...so I parked next to it.
I found out the best-looking girl there ( Corey Cleveland...never forget her!) was driving it.
We went outside to look over each others cars, her boyfriend staying right there. She was a car-girl, he was a car- wannabe...not too car knowledgable.
While looking under her hood (!), he took her aside to ( I assume) chastise her for talking to me. I took the opportunity to sneakily pull the coil wire out of the top of the distributor and just rest it barely on top of the hole.
We looked at my car next, and I kept up the car-related flirting knowing it would aggravate her date.
Back inside, we kept talking but her boyfriend kept wedging his way in-between ( go figure).
He finally convinced her to leave, and...her car would not start. Boyfriend was useless, a couple other guys poked around.
Crank, crank, crank...no fire. Boyfriend chimes in "it probably needs a jump, who's got cables?"
Everybody laughed right in his beet-red face.
After they all gave up she called her dad on the house phone, she said he would come and pick her up.
I asked if I could take a look, she said sure. I poked around a bit, pushed the coil wire in and said "give it a try".
It fired right up.
She called her dad back said she got it running, and she didn't need a ride.
She told her boyfriend she was going strsight home, and he needed to get a ride home from his buddy, who was leaving right then. He left giving me the stink-eye.
I suggested I follow her home to make sure it didn't break down on the way, she took the bait.
I asked her to go get a bite with me first...she took that bait too.
We ended up at "The House if Pies" on Westhiemer in Houston, sat there eating, drinking cokes debating "Clevelands" vs "Limas" and other car stuff.
Boyfriend was gone, we were a thing for several months...very nice.
She sold the Mach, bought an awesome '70 Hemi Cuda convertible and left me to go hang out with the Mopar crowd.
It is still amazing to me...40 odd years later...that these cars could be had for pennies back then as "used cars" that only kids would want.
I found out the best-looking girl there ( Corey Cleveland...never forget her!) was driving it.
We went outside to look over each others cars, her boyfriend staying right there. She was a car-girl, he was a car- wannabe...not too car knowledgable.
While looking under her hood (!), he took her aside to ( I assume) chastise her for talking to me. I took the opportunity to sneakily pull the coil wire out of the top of the distributor and just rest it barely on top of the hole.
We looked at my car next, and I kept up the car-related flirting knowing it would aggravate her date.
Back inside, we kept talking but her boyfriend kept wedging his way in-between ( go figure).
He finally convinced her to leave, and...her car would not start. Boyfriend was useless, a couple other guys poked around.
Crank, crank, crank...no fire. Boyfriend chimes in "it probably needs a jump, who's got cables?"
Everybody laughed right in his beet-red face.
After they all gave up she called her dad on the house phone, she said he would come and pick her up.
I asked if I could take a look, she said sure. I poked around a bit, pushed the coil wire in and said "give it a try".
It fired right up.
She called her dad back said she got it running, and she didn't need a ride.
She told her boyfriend she was going strsight home, and he needed to get a ride home from his buddy, who was leaving right then. He left giving me the stink-eye.
I suggested I follow her home to make sure it didn't break down on the way, she took the bait.
I asked her to go get a bite with me first...she took that bait too.
We ended up at "The House if Pies" on Westhiemer in Houston, sat there eating, drinking cokes debating "Clevelands" vs "Limas" and other car stuff.
Boyfriend was gone, we were a thing for several months...very nice.
She sold the Mach, bought an awesome '70 Hemi Cuda convertible and left me to go hang out with the Mopar crowd.
It is still amazing to me...40 odd years later...that these cars could be had for pennies back then as "used cars" that only kids would want.