>kevinh@hasler.ascom.ch told us:
>I used to have a Mkiv Spitfire when I was at college, and one day I took out
>with this girl, quite a looker. Anyway, it turned out that I had a rusty
>battery box and the battery tilted over and started dripping acid onto her legs
>(I laugh now! - not then). She only noticed at first because she couldn't
>understand what the white spots were on her stockings :-) . Needless to say our
>relationship didn't last that long, neither did mine and the Spitfires either!
Sorry to hear that, Kevin! I would propose, and my wife will agree, that
my Spitfire was one of the main reasons she maintained interest in me! I
fondly remember the sight of her shiny red hair tossing back as she drove
it for the first time (she had already proved to me her driving prowess).
She came to love it almost as much as I did. Four months later I proposed
to her in that car; she said no, and then one month later she proposed to
ME in the Spit! We still laugh about the times we had to push it off the
road and raise the bonnet. Something coerced me into selling it a few
years back (an evil spirit, I suppose) -- I later repented and tried to buy
it back twice, but the new owner had a car that had been meticulously
maintained and couldn't be convinced to part with it.
Lee M. Daniels - Laboratory for Molecular Structure and Bonding - Texas A&M
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