Daddy drove us to the duPont Louviers parking lot on a weekend. The lot was empty.
Then he had me take the drivers seat and calmly explained how to manage the manual transmission. I lurched and stalled all over the lot.
But eventually I got it~That's when I became dangerous. Mother and Daddy would go to a party, I'd steal Fifi and go joy riding. Good new, that. It made stalking Carl Jacobson even easier.
I loved that car! By the time I had a legal license I drove her to school daily. Best friend Nora always knew when Fifi and I were half a block from picking her up. Fifi was marvelously loud.
I cut school in Fifi. Went to Washington, D.C. with my High School boyfriend, Greg. He was a terrible first boyfriend. (There won't be more about him on this blog since my blog is all about channeling positive energy. Negative energy Greg blocked from my brain.)
Once, while riding down the Main Street with Gina Jackson, we actually traded seats at the speed of 30 miles an hour! She climbed over me from passenger side to drivers while I crawled under her. Happily we didn't crash.
Gina's car was a NEW blue opal. Her Dad worked for a car company so she got new cars all the time. She later got a bright orange brand new Vega. My daddy believed in used cars. "They depreciate by a third the minute you drive them off the lot." Mostly what he said I believed.
Upon college graduation my parents offered to buy me my very own first car. I looked at loads, Daddy stated, "They are all yours until you buy one". He was pushing me toward a canary yellow Karmann Ghia.
Instead I chose Gina's now used orange Vega. What a dope...hard to come up with a "....but that's good because" about an orange Vega.
Karmann Ghia above. Cute huh? Even cuter in canary yellow.
Orange Vega, not so much.
Another friend drove a 1950's Mercedes Benz. This was in 1969. The back seat was loose. Everytime she hit the brakes all of us back there would be slammed into the rear side of front seat.
Her parents had added a big odd air-conditioning unit between passenger and driver. No other friend I knew had automobile a/c. Very plush.
He was such a cowboy in a muscle car. His favorite muscle car activity was pulling to the side of the road, standing on the accelerator and counting how fast that buggy got from zero to sixty. When he leaned on the 442's gas the whole front of the car lifted into the air.
I was forbidden from driving it. I suppose wrecking my sister's first car played a part in that. So I back to tooling around in Fifi.
Remember the song "Gitarzan?" Lyrics follow---climb into your vintage car and sing your lungs out!! You're welcome.
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He's free as the breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
With a trapeze in his B.V.D.s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play, the guitar, gonna be a big star
Yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moonbeams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's guitar course C.O.D.
Like A and E and he's working on be
Big W&W and R&B and even the chimpanzees agree
That someday soon he'll be a celebrity
Get it, get it, get it.
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
With a trapeze in his B.V.D.s
He's got a union card and he's practicing hard
To play, the guitar, gonna be a big star
Yeah, he's gonna go far
And carry moonbeams home in a jar
He ordered Chet's guitar course C.O.D.
Like A and E and he's working on be
Big W&W and R&B and even the chimpanzees agree
That someday soon he'll be a celebrity
Get it, get it, get it.
Gitarzan, he's a gitar man
He's all you can stand
Give him a hand, gitarzan
He's all you can stand
Give him a hand, gitarzan
He's got a girl named Jane
With no last name
Kinda homely and plain
But he loves her just the same
Cause she kindles the flame
And it drives him insane
When he hears her say
She really does her thing
It's her claim to fame
Come on sing one Jane
Baby, baby, oh baby
Baby, oh baby
(How about that folks)
With no last name
Kinda homely and plain
But he loves her just the same
Cause she kindles the flame
And it drives him insane
When he hears her say
She really does her thing
It's her claim to fame
Come on sing one Jane
Baby, baby, oh baby
Baby, oh baby
(How about that folks)
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