I grew up at the New Jersey Shore, Neptune, Asbury Park area. Single mom, not a lot of extra around to help the youngest buy his first car. It turned into a family affair with aunts, grandparents, mom and my Summer job of cutting grass pulling enough together to buy my 1971 Ford Blue Maverick Grabber. It wasn't the fastest but it looked fast. Racing stripes the works. Brought the car home and washed it five times that night. Couldn't wait for school the next morning so I could pick up my best friend Bruce who lived down the block. When he found out I was getting a car all we talked about was being able to head down to Asbury Park and ride "The Circuit"! Man-o-man, riding the circuit in the 60's and early 70's was other worldly. Girls everywhere and they all wanted to meet the cool guys with the cool cars. Anyway first we had to get through the school day and that started with me driving down the block to pick Bruce up at his house. So I get up that morning and I'm pumped because I'm driving to school. I'm getting a parking spot in the back of the school --- and on and on. I skipped breakfast run out of the house and jump in my Grabber and head down the street, whip into Bruce's driveway and beep the horn. Now there's just one little detail about Bruce's driveway and the street in front of Bruce's house that you need to know. The street was kind of crowned, so the street sloped down toward the house. Anyway I was parked there in the driveway waiting, Bruce comes bopping out, jumps in the car and I throw the Grabber in reverse. Well as I'm backing out the already jacked up Grabber rear is raised because of the crown in the road. I hate crowns in roads! I kept backing up to clear my front so I could make a right and head up the street and we hear a really loud "CRUNCH"! We both look at each other and, well you can imagine what we said. We looked out the back window and because of the crown in the road all we saw was half of the neighbors house across the street from Bruce's house. I pulled forward and there was more crunching and grinding, all bad sounds. We got out of the car and saw what all the crunching was about. I had backed up and because of the crown in the road gone right over our neighbor's son's Triumph Spitfire!!! Yup, crushed it down like a tuna can. My "best friend" Bruce ran back into his house and slammed the door. The neighbor came out and was actually pretty calm. Well let's say the dad was calm, his son who belonged to the car wasn't as understanding. Anyway I drove home, cried a lot told my mom what happened, and then she reminded me, "do you know who's car you crushed"? It was our insurance agent's son's car! Well we circled the wagons and got aunts, grandparents and the rest of my Summer grass cutting money and paid for the damage. We didn't want the claim on the policy my first day with my new car! Oh and by the way not a scratch on my Ford Maverick!
Well once I realized my life wasn't going to end that morning it was time to get back on mission. Called Bruce and said we're still on for Asbury Park and cruising The Circuit that night. We got down there and it was hopping. Now lets remember this was the Stone Pony, Wonder Bar prime time Ocean Ave. Asbury Park and back then the legal age was 18! We cruised, caught plenty of music, chatted up plenty of young lady's and had the first page of what would be one awesome book! That Grabber could tell some stories. That's a Shore Thing!