Thread: Went for a ride in a 58 corvette

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Well Bart, you stirred a 45 year old memory here.

Summer of '64, I was coming up on the end of my shift at the grocery store. One of the clerks there named Sandy asked me if I'd take her car over to her mechanic. It had developed a bumping noise in the back on her way to work that she wanted looked at. Sandy was a prototypical SoCal '60s blonde babe, seeming perpetual tan, ponytail, and a GREAT rack! Sweet personality, and to a hormone juiced 17 year old an exciting "older woman" (about 20 ). What "gentleman" wouldn't say yes to ANYTHING she asked!

Oh yeah, the car..........a maroon '58 Vette. Yep, I was jazzed! But then I drove it. To a teenage kid in SoCal in the mid '60s a Vette was pretty high on the automotive pecking order. Mystique by the boat load. The engine had plenty of power, the 4 speed shifted nicely, and cruisin' along closer to the road than in most "normal" cars was great. But it felt like driving a lumber wagon except for the mild neck snap when you stabbed the go pedal. From then on I never quite looked at those early Vettes the same as I had. Still nice to look at, just fell short when it came to drive time. Hmmmm, kinda like some women we've all probably known...........

My 64' doesn't ride too bad. Wouldn't want to do a hot rod tour in it though.

Originally Posted by Bob Parmenter

Well Bart, you stirred a 45 year old memory here.

Summer of '64, I was coming up on the end of my shift at the grocery store. One of the clerks there named Sandy asked me if I'd take her car over to her mechanic. It had developed a bumping noise in the back on her way to work that she wanted looked at. Sandy was a prototypical SoCal '60s blonde babe, seeming perpetual tan, ponytail, and a GREAT rack! Sweet personality, and to a hormone juiced 17 year old an exciting "older woman" (about 20 ). What "gentleman" wouldn't say yes to ANYTHING she asked!

Oh yeah, the car..........a maroon '58 Vette. Yep, I was jazzed! But then I drove it. To a teenage kid in SoCal in the mid '60s a Vette was pretty high on the automotive pecking order. Mystique by the boat load. The engine had plenty of power, the 4 speed shifted nicely, and cruisin' along closer to the road than in most "normal" cars was great. But it felt like driving a lumber wagon except for the mild neck snap when you stabbed the go pedal. From then on I never quite looked at those early Vettes the same as I had. Still nice to look at, just fell short when it came to drive time. Hmmmm, kinda like some women we've all probably known...........

Hmmmm...anything else you can tell us about the blonde bimbo, or was that as disappointing, too????

Lesson from this---Corvettes and trophy wives are both terribly overrated!!!!!