YOUR BEST CAR STORY

[Guest]

Not my best car story, but a pretty good one.
Before I married my wife, I had a 1965 “396” Chevrolet Bel-Air.
She told me that when I pulled into the driveway the car would make the door
knocker start knocking. Her Dad did not like that, me, or the car.
One night, about 10:00 pm Laura was getting off work, so I met her at her car.
She only lived a couple of miles from work, so I would follow her home
so we could talk for a while. She pulled out on to the main street and I followed her for a
few blocks. Right as we were cresting the hill, I decided to pass her at full throttle !!
As I crested the hill, to my right was a Merriam city cop. I tried too slow down,
but that didn’t work to well. Lucky for me the other side of the street was Overland Park.
Laura’s mom and dad lived one block from the city line. So I did the smart thing and headed for their driveway with a Merriam city cop following me with lights and sirens going. All I could do was pull into her folks driveway (private property) and hope for the best. Honestly, what her dad might do to me scared me more than the officer approaching the car. First thing out of his mouth was “What the hell were you doing ?”
I tried to explain that I was just messing around, and that there was no traffic at that time of night. He told me not to do it again, and I promised. After our friendly conversation, he asked what engine I had in it. Laura’s dad never said anything about it, but I know they were looking out the window wondering who the hell their only child was involved with. I let her dad drive the car after we got married, all he could do was grin and say "yea, it’s quick." To this day we are very good friends. He keeps bugging me about driving the Cobra when it is done. Someday.
Cheers,
Bill Cook

 

[Ian K]

First, I lived in OP, KS too! Not to far from
the Lenexa - OP border. Small world.

One of my favorite tales would be in my single
college days in San Diego. I had a '72
Firebird Formula 350 with a '68 400 small
block in it -- and factory original Muncie
4 spd. It wasn't exactly the most beautiful car
to look out, but sounded great and moved
pretty well. I lived with an old high school
chum, and was out at a party about 5 miles
from our apartment. A girl who lived upstairs
from me the year before was there as well, with
her boyfriend. Well, needless to say, my
roomie and I got a little bit pickled. I
was content to wait around, but "Jill"
kept pestering me with "Would you like me
to drive you home?" This went on for what
seemed like hours untilI finally relented
and asked if she just wanted to drive my car.
She sheepishly replied yes, and that her
boyfriend would follow. So I asked if she could
drive a stick, and tossed her the keys. On the
way home, we got stuck at a light, and some
fool pulled up along side of us in a Chevelle,
gunning his engine. Jill kinda shrunk down
in her seat, but the jerk kept at it. Jill
turned to me and asked what she should do, and
in my inebriated state I told her to blow his
doors off. Then she got this huge grin on her
face, and as soon as the light changed, she
was gone. We sat at our apartment for 5 minutes
wainting for her boyfriend to catch up. Needless
to say, we neevr saw that Chevelle again.

Ian

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Ian K ]

 

[Steve Toner]

My favorite car story (perhaps not the best) was something that appeared on rec.autos back in the 80's from a guy who called himslef "Waste-o." Found it through a Google search:

[This is the 'pilot' Waste-o story. It was a response to an account of some racing experiences by a fellow named E.G. Mandeville, who had an '86 Mustang GT. E.G.'s article precipitated an ungodly amount of acrimonious garbage about how irresponsible street racing is, and he couldn't resist joining the "discussion."]

I just want to tell you that I'm sick of all this crap about how fast your damn 86 Mustang GT is because I have a car that makes it look like the piece of junk that it is and I can out-drive you any time anyway. My name is Fred but my friends call me Waste-o because I get wasted a lot.
I'm 19 years old, I work in this building at night and I broke into this guys computer account to read rec.auto and thats how I'm posting this article and I hope I did it all right. Actually he just left his terminal on when he left and thats how I did it. Anyway about my car it's a '73 Trans Am 400 and it will eat your stinking Mustang for breakfast. It has a lot of rust and the ball joints are shot and it's got a cracked tie rod end that makes it shimmy like hell at 110 mph, but it doesn't scare me because I'm always flaked out when I drive that fast anyway. In fact, I'm flaked out most of the time, which is why my friends call me Waste- o, but I already said that didn't I. Anyway, the car looks like sh** and its got bald tires and the driver's side door is all messed up but it's fast as hell because I spend every nickel of the money I get paid to clean the toilets here on the engine its got a Crane cam Hooker headers and a big ol' Holley four barrel sitting on an Edelbrock high rise manifold and when I get the money together I'm going to put a blower on it and it will eat vettes then. Now let me tell you about what it will do to your damn Mustang. My buddies and me were driving around last Friday night you know just kicking back with some beer and a few joints and Jimmy even had a little coke that we snorted off the dashboard. Phil threw up out the window and passed out in the back seat so Jimmy and me finished off the six-pack and threw the empties out the window at 75 mph and they broke all over some guys driveway and Jimmy and me had a good laugh about that. I laughed so hard that I sideswiped a Federal Express box which is how the driver's side door got all messed up. Anyway its about 2:30 in the morning and Jimmy and me pulled up next to this brand new Mustang GT convertible with some middle age guy about 30 sitting behind the wheel. He looks over at Jimmy and me and starts bitching about all the white smoke that's coming out of my exhaust and made some snide remark about the puke all over the side of the car from where Phil barfed on it. Jimmy threw a beer bottle at him and that made him real mad because he got out of his car and started swearing a lot because there was still beer in it and it must have spilled all over the inside of his car. Just then the light turns green so I buried the tach and dumped the clutch. The tires smoked a whole lot and the back end of the car fishtailed right into this guys Mustang and messed up his fender real good. He looked real mad as we pulled away from the light and he gets back in his car and stomps on it and starts coming after us. Now there was no way he was going to catch my Trans Am in that piece of sh** but he was trying real hard. I cut through the back of the shopping center and ran into a shopping cart so hard that it folded up like a bent coat hanger and went right through the windshield of a parked car. I went off the edge of the blacktop and had to spin around in the gravel a bit before I could get control of the car and the guy in the Mustang almost caught up with us but I floored it and sprayed gravel all over him. I pulled away from him real fast as soon as I got back on the pavement. I didn't even slow down on my way out of the shopping center and that made some guy in a Cadillac wipe out and knock over some guys mailbox before coming to rest in his front yard. The Mustang was still behind us so Jimmy threw the rest of the beer bottles out the window and they landed behind the car and busted all over the place but the Mustang didn't even slow down. We got back on main street and I took her up to about 100 mph but the Mustang was still coming after us. I didn't notice the cop sitting behind the donut shop and he came tearing out after us so I just blew through a red light 'cause I didn't want to get caught with the lid of grass Phil had in his pocket and the coke on the dashboard. I guess we got lucky, because just as the cop pulled out on the street with the siren blaring, the Mustang hit him broadside and both cars went up like an artillery shell. We took off down a side street and then we took Phil home and sort of dumped him on the front porch 'cause his dad gets real mad when he comes home late all flaked out 'cause he's still in high school. Anyway we had another six-pack in the trunk so Jimmy and me went back to his garage and drank it and did a couple more lines. When the paper came out the next day there was a whole bunch of stuff about the wreck but nobody in the donut shop got a description of my car so I guess I'm going to stay out of jail and thats good because the judge in traffic court said he was going to pin my hide to the wall the next time he saw
me in his court. So anyway, you guys with the Mustangs want to mess with me, you see whats going to happen. And next month I'm going to get my blower so you guys with the vettes better watch out as well!

[ September 19, 2002: Message edited by: Steve Toner ]

 

Lets hear em: cb

 

My best car story has to be that I formerly owned the rear clip of the first Lemans winning GT40. I traded it to George Stauffer to be with the original car. It was seen at the '94 GT40 reunion in Wisconsin. It now sits on a loft with the already restored #1046 right by it. I have the complete story on my GT40 cd on Ebay.

My bit of history participation!!

Have fun!

John