She do the walk,do do do do do,she do the walk of shame,yeah she do the walk of shame!watching her try to walk when I'm done
Favorite moments of going fast with your spouse!
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We were not married yet, but a weekend road trip to a car show and then the drag races in Spokane when I was about 22 in a 1974 Charger 440 Rallye, 4 people in the car, trunk packed full with luggage and beer, ....125mph on the backroads of E. WA.
Stopped at a functioning truck scale on the side of the road at the Vernita Bridge and everything weighed in at 4800 pounds fully loaded. And that's when we were all skinny kids.
Stopped at a functioning truck scale on the side of the road at the Vernita Bridge and everything weighed in at 4800 pounds fully loaded. And that's when we were all skinny kids.
1970Bee
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Was working in the uk recently and wife visited me there a few times. On one visit, I had a car where the nav system had a male voice. On her next visit, I had a similar rental car only the nav system had a female voice.
She asked me why it had changed. I told her it was because I missed having a woman tell me what to do while driving.
She asked me why it had changed. I told her it was because I missed having a woman tell me what to do while driving.
Yep, same here same autobahn and the speed limited rental car Mercedes 155 mph. Wife never asked how fast or the fight would have started.
probably doesn't count in context here, but when stationed at Lakenheath 66-68, we gave our wives a bacck seat ride in the "FAmily model," 2 seat F-100F. Taxi out, engagge afterburner, off at 100 Knots. Most stories here are of higher speeds. There are reliable stories of USAF pilots taking girlfriends for actual flights. And if done in the USAF, yoiu know Navy guys did it!
Story told by my dad. Back in 1953 mom and dad had only been married about a year or so and they were going up to my uncle’s house in central IL with granddad and grandma, and mom’s older brother and wife, in grandpa’s new 53 Coronet with a HEMI in it. Dads driving and uncle taps him on shoulder and motions to push it down. Dad steps on it and when it gets to 100 granddad finally realizes it and looks at the speedo and sees they’re doing 100 and grabs dads’ leg and pulls it off the pedal while yelling at grandma that they’re running 100. Uncle looks over at dad smiling and dad says “that HEMI runs pretty good.”
If you’re not living fast, you’re dying slow.
If you’re not living fast, you’re dying slow.
I've driven across Germany on the autobahn 3 times. Twice in a Saab 900 Turbo (nice car and handled the speed well), and once in a brand new Volkswagen Passat station wagon. My wife and I were on our honeymoon in 1987 and the Passat was a rental car we picked up in Sweden. It had under 100 kilometers on the odometer. As soon as we got to Germany, I buried the accelerator. It managed about 130 top speed, and even at that speed, we were occasionally passed like we were standing still. My new wife didn't know how to drive a manual at that time, so I drove the whole time through Germany and into Switzerland and France. I could only handle about 3 hours driving on the autobahn, as it takes a lot of focus to drive that fast and keep an eye on everything. But we had fun stops! 
Krooser
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Not my spouse but my brother.
Coming back from Road America in 1958 in my brothers '55 Jaguar XK 140MC.
I was 9 years old.
146 mph on Wisconsin Hwy 57 which was a narrow two lane but straight as an arrow.
Lost my sporty " flat cap" to the wind. I told my Dad why I lost my favorite cap and he chased my brother around the house with a cast iron frying pan in hand!
Coming back from Road America in 1958 in my brothers '55 Jaguar XK 140MC.
I was 9 years old.
146 mph on Wisconsin Hwy 57 which was a narrow two lane but straight as an arrow.
Lost my sporty " flat cap" to the wind. I told my Dad why I lost my favorite cap and he chased my brother around the house with a cast iron frying pan in hand!
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As many of you seem to consider Mr Budnick’s comments ‘walls of text’ , I shant even consider telling the whole story with background, context or thorough description, as some might glaze over and nod off, but my favourite moment of going fast with my spouse – who was not quite my spouse yet – wasn’t actually going THAT fast.
There exists a particular stretch of road o’er a particular set of hills slightly outside a metropolitan area that I have been told – NO personal experience you understand – that young men used to actually RACE upon public thoroughfares there! Tsk tsk… I had been told about these highly irregular and certainly anti-social & irresponsible gatherings and happenings, so I got curious one evening and took my bride-to-be-in-a-few-years up there for a look around. We were in a vehicle that is apparently in high disdain here with a moderator and member or two, so I’ll not discuss the car other than to say it handled well, made good power and had good brakes…
Anyway, we drove up the hill and over the next once, just looking around and trying to see , um, uh, what we could do to stymie such loathsome activity up there, yeah, thats it , and seeing no other vehicles to report to the appropriate authority as would undoubtedly be our duty as upstanding citizens, decided to go back down the way we came and go on about our evening.
My beautiful Bride [to be] had not been up there before as I remember, but even if she had, was certainly not familiar enough with the road to have it memorised or be conversant with the scenery. So as we made our way down the side of the hill at an “efficient pace”, she did not know that the road dropped down and disappeared into a left of about 45°… all she could see through the bright illumination of the Cibies was the white frame house sitting some 50 or 60 feet straight ahead off the road...
There exists a particular stretch of road o’er a particular set of hills slightly outside a metropolitan area that I have been told – NO personal experience you understand – that young men used to actually RACE upon public thoroughfares there! Tsk tsk… I had been told about these highly irregular and certainly anti-social & irresponsible gatherings and happenings, so I got curious one evening and took my bride-to-be-in-a-few-years up there for a look around. We were in a vehicle that is apparently in high disdain here with a moderator and member or two, so I’ll not discuss the car other than to say it handled well, made good power and had good brakes…
Anyway, we drove up the hill and over the next once, just looking around and trying to see , um, uh, what we could do to stymie such loathsome activity up there, yeah, thats it , and seeing no other vehicles to report to the appropriate authority as would undoubtedly be our duty as upstanding citizens, decided to go back down the way we came and go on about our evening.
My beautiful Bride [to be] had not been up there before as I remember, but even if she had, was certainly not familiar enough with the road to have it memorised or be conversant with the scenery. So as we made our way down the side of the hill at an “efficient pace”, she did not know that the road dropped down and disappeared into a left of about 45°… all she could see through the bright illumination of the Cibies was the white frame house sitting some 50 or 60 feet straight ahead off the road...
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