My Plymouth has literally opened hundreds of doors for me in life! I used to be involved in an insurance business geared to R.V.ers that required I get into the many R.V. communities throught the west. Getting a foot in the door and securing meeting times and such in these parks was always considered the hardest part of the job, especially for a "younger" guy like me. When I would rent a late model and drive into a park, rarely would the people I needed to contact talk to me. Just another slick sales man... Untill one day I broke the "rule" that had been handed me about driving my hot rod into R.V. parks - Suddenly, the people that wouldn't talk to me earlier were coming out of their office to see the car and ask questions about it. Perfect time for me to slide in and take the conversation where I needed it to be! Worked like a charm every time!
In Houston I would have said 'no' to the displaying at the party, no to carting the VP home, and the 3 guy's would have car jacked you, shot you, raped the VP, and then shot her........stealing all your cards and $$$$.......
You must live in the shitty part of town. I've often gotten help when I needed it. Back to the story. Experiences like that are something the $50,000 Lexus guys will never get or understand. It's also why we must treat ourselves as ambassadors to the hobby when we're out.
You experienced a night of real American Graffiti. Thats a great story man. When are you starting on the movie script?
Good stuff now you have triggered all the fond memories of pushing older brothers 50 Chev panel, Stude R2, my De Soto, dads 52 jeep, and the countless vintage cars my body shop neighbor would re hab in the 60s and 70s Thanks I'm 8 years old again ! Naysayers buzz off Posted from the TJJ App for iPhone & iPad
Filling up the '38 ("Nigel") takes awhile because if I pull the trigger on the pump all the way, gas goes all over the fender, the ground, and me...so fill ups are slow. But, more times than not I get kind words or a cool story out of a complete stranger. And the ladies over 70 find me irresistible....so I tell my wife. HA.
Back when the 53' Was still running. I was out for a drive doing the whole Woodward thing. I passed a car on the side of the road, guy kinda waved at me to stop. He's got a flat tire & the used car he just bought had no jack or spare. He only wanted a ride to the gas station to get a repair kit and was going to leave his wife with the car. I told him to load the tire in the trunk & all hop in. Got him to the station, fixed the tire in the bright overhead lights, got them back & helped put the tire on. I was going to leave with nothing but a "Hope you have a better night!" But the guy chased me down almost to the car & held out $100 bill. Would not take no for an answer. Makes you feel good.
It brought out the good in the young pups who helped without charge. They then dug the ride to their destination.
Great story Hot rods seem to make the old young again Bridge generation gaps Strangers to aquaintances (especially at gas stations) and you are rarely stranded
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