Just today I was at the bank and the conversation with the cute teller ended up on cars and she asked what I had. I of course knew my response was going to get a blank look but I proceeded to say: Two Road Runners; two Belvederes; a Ranchero, A 66 HEMI Charger.....and I just realized I forgot to mention the GTS....and like I suspected there was a blank stare. She said her in-laws have mostly Chevys like Camaros and Novas but some family member has a Satellite. Ooooh, a Satellite is like a Belvedere!! I said with enthusiasm. What year? Ummm, not sure. Why is it that everything I do (my cars and my job) require explanation?
Now for a story with a completely different effect. I was driving my green Bel on a main Blvd, and while waiting at a light, suddenly I hear a female voice say is that a 66 Belvedere? Speechless for a moment I reply with something to the effect of "you know your cars". There was a guy in the passenger seat grinning (she was driving) then she goes on about how much she likes these cars. I mean she is really jazzed to see my heap on the road and just as the light turned and we were slowly starting to move she asked (yelling over the 3" flowmasters with the guy in the passenger seat still grinning) "do you know what my favorite car is?". I of course said "I have no idea". She yells back "a 68 Road Runner!". I'm floored once again and manage to yell back "I have one AND a 69!!". Following my reply she darn near has an orgasm on the spot and yells "are you married?". Then drives off and I never saw her again. The end.