One upon a time, many years ago (1976) I stopped to change a tire on a car that had two girls standing by it. But what first got my attention was that it was a 1965 baby blue Mustang convertible. I was wearing bib overalls and an old felt hat, driving my 1957 turquoise chevy pickup with a 283 dropped in it. I was always a sucker for old vehicles. The 2 girls didnt want anything to do with me and said, we know what were doing you dont need to help, I insisted. Anyway to make a long story short, still married to the driver of the car.
It worked out for me but just as easy could have been a disaster. The car was her fathers and I was in line to inherit it, but many years ago someone stole it and torched it out in the desert.

Last edited by AZmark; 07/08/22.

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