Early AM, we lifted the tops off the corvette, fitted our bodies into the seats, propped our arms on the doors, and off we went. the ride was about 6 minutes.
We talk a lot, really a lot, then and now. we are cruising and talking, and we drove under an overpass and as the shadow crossed our heads, I said "is there an overpass on the way to Bif's?" Bob's answer was "no!"
we laughed hysterically as he swung around and we headed back, we had talked our way past 49th street for a total of a mile and never knew it until we went under the overpass.
BifBurger is still there, we miss it. and the Corvette. but then I am to old and creaky to climb in and out
The tall skinny dude is my 17 year old son that came with me into our marriage. Below is Bob, the reciever of the dual package when he married me.
a few months later, we were returning from Savannah to St Pete, in the small town of Baldwin, FL, and I said "look at those girls, it is freezing out here and they all 3 have on short shorts."
as we drove, I said "the road looks strange, there is no lip on the side of 301." bob said "it does look strange" I said "is there a red brick courthouse that says McKinney county on it on 301?"
guess who missed the left turn, AGAIN
we were driving the Grand Prix in 1986, see below the cars we owned in 86
I am telling this story to remind myself my Senior Moments have been going on since I was FORTY, so this makes me feel better when I spray my hair with eye glasses cleaner instead of hair spray and slap at gnats flying around my head and realize they are floaters in my antique eyes.
This is what I got for my 60th birthday, we both love it.
This is our life, from Vette's to Trucks