|1978 Grand Prix, 1970 Blazer, 1978 Corvette|
We had CB in the cars
and CB in the house.... the CB was the instrument that introduced us and led to marriage.
He drove this bridge, that is about 5 miles long, every day and from the highest point he could Key the CB radio and shout, Cherokee Rose, I am on top of the sky-way... I would key in the house and say Got you...
this meant he was about 15 or 20 minutes out. I could only hear him from their because of the height of the bridge.
One day, he called a second time...
"Cherokee Rose, you copy me? " "Yes, what's wrong....
he said "I am at 5th ave North at 22nd street. the timing belt came off the Blazer. Bring the car, you will have to tow me home."
10 minutes later I pulled up behind him, he chained the Blazer to the Grand Prix
"YOU have to tow and I have to drive the blazer... I said "NO, I will NOT tow that truck. I can't tow the truck..."
He yells "YOU HAVE TO Tow".. the person towing can't use the brakes, the person being towed has to use the Blazer brakes to stop both cars." You are not strong enough to do that."
I YELLED, "WHAT? are you crazy? " NO NO NO... he said "GET IN THE Car" you can do it. I cried the whole terrifying 10 minutes that I towed the car home... without touching the brakes... I am hyperventilating as I type this story.
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