...that you'll admit to.
I took a chick for a ride in my Datsun Roadster, who I had just met at a party. The passenger seat was not bolted to the floor pans, and there were no seat belts (1982). The tires were old and hard and I managed to spin out in the twisties in Taylors, SC. Launched it through a ditch and into the woods backwards.
Someone happened by with a come-along and some cable and pulled the car out. Rear quarter panel behind the passenger seat had hit a small tree and mashed the fender against the tire. I drove it home like that at midnight with the rear tire scraping the fender and the chick twitching in the front seat.
Then about a mile down the road the tire blew out with a BOOM. She screamed and nearly had a seizure. I stopped, jacked it up, put the slightly skinnier spare on, and proceeded home.
The chick actually went out with me again.
I took a chick for a ride in my Datsun Roadster, who I had just met at a party. The passenger seat was not bolted to the floor pans, and there were no seat belts (1982). The tires were old and hard and I managed to spin out in the twisties in Taylors, SC. Launched it through a ditch and into the woods backwards.
Someone happened by with a come-along and some cable and pulled the car out. Rear quarter panel behind the passenger seat had hit a small tree and mashed the fender against the tire. I drove it home like that at midnight with the rear tire scraping the fender and the chick twitching in the front seat.
Then about a mile down the road the tire blew out with a BOOM. She screamed and nearly had a seizure. I stopped, jacked it up, put the slightly skinnier spare on, and proceeded home.
The chick actually went out with me again.
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