Back in 1978 a friend and I went to Myrtle Beach for senior week and we drove his pride and joy. It was a 1970 Chevelle.
While we cruising the strip on the 1st night we felt like kings, as it seemed that everyone commented or check us out as we passed.
The following day, we needed groceries and I was chosen to retrieve them. I decided to cruise Ocean Blvd. to my destination. As I cruised the strip I caught the eye of a couple of cute girls and not being good at flirting, I thought I would let the car do the talking, and this is where my story begins and ends.
I revved the engine, dropped the clutch and slammed into the car in front of me. Needless to say, no girls were impressed, the car was no longer cruise able, and I had a ticket, repair bills, a unhappy friend and a bruised ego to say the least.
Some of life's lessons. Hey watch this has always had the same effect. :)