1968 Pontiac Tempest that I bought for $500 when I was 15. (Yeah, 15. Before I had a license or even a learner's permit. lol). It looked about like the one below, except a little more beat up and without chrome wheels or a hood scoop.
Am I crazy or was that the same type of car from My Cousin Vinny?
It was a '63 Pontiac Tempest that the actual murderers drove. The defendants were driving a '64 Buick Skylark.
And I had NOTHING to do with that crime!
Ha ha! The only "crime" I committed in that car was when I drove out on the practice football field late one night. I was out drinking with buddies, and we--or rather, I--cut a bunch of donuts in the practice field. I sort of messed it up, although there wasn't much grass there to begin with. And I almost got caught. As we were spinning around raising clouds of dust I saw something shiny flash in my headlights. I turned around (we were spinning), and drove over to where I'd seen it. It was one of my hubcaps that had come off and rolled about 40 yards. At the next practice the coach was surprisingly pissed off that someone had cut donuts in the practice field. He thought it had been some kids from another school, a rival a few miles down the road. I was such a bad ass.
btw, As I look back on it, the whole beer cruising thing we all did in small town Nebraska was pretty damn stupid and irresponsible. But gee, everyone was doing it.
It's just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then winter came and the grasshopper died. And the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?
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