Originally Posted by wageslave
Yep.
I figured some of the more "seasoned" BTE beards might get it....... grin
Experience pays............

Thanks for the memories. Tough story about your bro.
Now let's hear about your California Thunderfuck experiences. Re-grin.



IIRC Sharon Tate met her fate one balmy August evening in 1969. August of 1970, three buds, my next youngest brother (who was 17 at the time) and I made a month long "safari" out to the land of fruit and nuts. I had a '69 Plymouth Barracuda fastback with the 340 S kit. I paid for my gas in that rig with pick-up races at the local drive-in (Re: American Graffiti). Anyhow we started in San Diego at Black's Beach, and got up as far as Malibu. Needless to say, we had a high old time and made some memories. We made it back from San Diego to Houston in 26 hours of continuous driving. That 'Cuda was never the same after that run.

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That sucker was a "rut-mobile".


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Back seat almost never got raised.



One of these evenings, after sufficient lubrication, I'm sure something will click and I'll regale you with a couple stories from that "trip".

Best,

GWB




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