In 1970 while coming up on the entrance ramp for US 23, a red Firebird rag top pulled up beside us and revs the mill a little. It's got two honeys in it, and they're staring straight ahead. My buddy, Fast Eddy, was driving his '69 Road Runner. Most guys think he's got the standard 383, but he doesn't. He's got a warmed up 440 with a high rise intake, dual four barrel Holleys, hooker headers, and four on the floor. When he revs back, the driver looks over at us and says, 'You think you can catch us?' Never at a loss for words, I say, 'What's it worth to us?' They look at each other and laugh, and the driver gives me the line: If you can catch us, you can have us.
The light changes and she hammers it for US 23 with us two cars behind her. Once we hit the breezeway Eddie floors it, and we can barely see them ahead of us. We start catching up, and the Michigan line is just ahead. Right across the line there's a bend in the highway, and I suddenly remember something. "Slow down!" I yell at Eddie, "There's cops ahead."
And I'm right. Thirty minutes up the e-way the cops have her pulled over, and they've got her and her passenger out of the car, shaking her down. Eddie gives her the Road Runner horn as we pass. I wave.
They need a spike strip and a flat spare. Nasty little girls. If I could catch them I'd tie them up and make them wear my dirty underwears on their head.
A shrink once asked me if I'd had any paranormal experiences.....
ReplyDeleteI told him I'd been ghosted by multiple women
I just wish I did not get that a lot from my wife.
ReplyDeleteIn 1970 while coming up on the entrance ramp for US 23, a red Firebird rag top pulled up beside us and revs the mill a little. It's got two honeys in it, and they're staring straight ahead. My buddy, Fast Eddy, was driving his '69 Road Runner. Most guys think he's got the standard 383, but he doesn't. He's got a warmed up 440 with a high rise intake, dual four barrel Holleys, hooker headers, and four on the floor. When he revs back, the driver looks over at us and says, 'You think you can catch us?' Never at a loss for words, I say, 'What's it worth to us?' They look at each other and laugh, and the driver gives me the line: If you can catch us, you can have us.
ReplyDeleteThe light changes and she hammers it for US 23 with us two cars behind her. Once we hit the breezeway Eddie floors it, and we can barely see them ahead of us. We start catching up, and the Michigan line is just ahead. Right across the line there's a bend in the highway, and I suddenly remember something.
"Slow down!" I yell at Eddie, "There's cops ahead."
And I'm right. Thirty minutes up the e-way the cops have her pulled over, and they've got her and her passenger out of the car, shaking her down. Eddie gives her the Road Runner horn as we pass. I wave.
That's the last we ever saw of either of them.
They need a spike strip and a flat spare. Nasty little girls. If I could catch them I'd tie them up and make them wear my dirty underwears on their head.
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