So I had my Saturday all planned out, yard-work, Shop work, then ice cold beer (in no particular order) when my girlfriend makes me stop mowing and says we have to go out in the sticks for a BBQ at her aunts house.. Yay, I thought, with as much sarcasm as the voice in my head can muster. So i agree begrudgingly and am an absolute crabby asshole all the way there.. Then, as we're pulling into her Aunts driveway I immediatly perk up.. There is a sweet looking 48 Plymouth sitting in her driveway.. As I approach the yard I quickly spot the owner without having to ask, cause the guy is wearing a Bonneville/SCTA t-shirt. So i start talking with the guy and having a blast. He (like alot of older retired people in my area) is 76 years old and originally from Stockton i think he said and he started telling me stories about his younger hot-rod related escapades. He must have seen the genuine intrique ( or he was getting tired of the questions) and says, "Hey, you wanna go for a spin?" So we hop in his Plymouth and go for about a ten minute ride on this back-country road and this thing hauls ass.. Chrysler straight six with a three carb set-up and a split manifold.. Anyways the moral of the story, I guess, is just go wherever your significant other wants to drag you... You never know what might happen..