Re: The red Hemi Charger saga continues...
Oh, I almost forgot...another story from the road.
As usual where ever I go with this car, someone inevitably pops up with some more material for the never ending story.
I was hanging out next to the Charger and a guy comes up and introduces himself as a doctor who remembers my car from back in 1991 when he was a resident in Gainesville, Florida.
At the time he decided to go to his first car show event, which just happened to be SuperFord Sunday at Gainesville Raceway which was sponsored by Dobbs Publishing Group (the guys that put out Mopar Muscle, Musclecar Review, Mustang Monthly, Corvette Fever, Superford, etc). I was a tech editor at the time and me and the girlfriend (now wife of 18 years, or so) drove the Charger up to the event.
The Doctor told me how he looked across the staging area and saw me pull up in the Charger, open the trunk and drag out a pair of slicks and swap them out for the street tires. He said I then proceeded to "beat the pants off of every Ford I raced" (his recollection, not mine [img]<<GRAEMLIN_URL>>/grin.gif[/img])
While this alleged superhuman feat was being accomplished he said the "really hot chick" I arrived with was loyally sitting on my street tires in the staging lanes so no one would steal them.
He said he has all sorts of old photos of the event that he would send me when he gets back home.
I couldn't wait to tell the wife, so I texted her the following:
<span style="font-size: 17pt"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"Honey, guess what? A guy here at the show remembered me racing the Charger and beating a whole bunch of cars back in 1991 in Gainesville. He has photos! He said I was with some really hot chick who sat by and made sure no one stole my tires. Any idea who that girl was?"</span></span></span>
Her response was as follows:
<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 17pt"><span style="font-weight: bold">F#$% #*0</span></span></span>
She is such a great gal. I really need to get her a new phone. There's gotta be something wrong with those text keys.
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