If you're thinking of the story I think you're thinking of, she may not
have been crazy, but she sure was no lady!
David Riker wrote:
>
> I think I'm going out to the garage with my MG World Magazine to look at the
> centerfolds....
>
> Maybe the lady in the alley wasn't crazy after all.
> David Riker
> 74 Midget
> 78 Midget
> 63 Falcon
> http://personalweb.sunset.net/~davidr
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Glen Byrns <grbyrns@ucdavis.edu>
> To: <spridgets@autox.team.net>
> Sent: Thursday, January 27, 2000 8:13 PM
> Subject: Re: OK, JOKES OVER!!!
>
> > I confess. I did it. I brought down the bad weather for others by
> enjoying
> > our good weather too much.
> >
> > When I got home for lunch today, the sun was out, the sky was blue.... I
> > parked the Volvo way to the side of the driveway to leave room to back the
> > Bugeye out of the garage. Opening the garage door with hushed
> anticipation,
> > I gazed over the newly paneled interior (thanks Frank C.)and my heart
> began
> > to thump in my chest. Slowly I unzipped the tonneau cover, opening the
> > snaps one by one. Gently I rolled it up and set it aside. This ride was
> to
> > be TOTALLY open. The little silver key, now dangling alone on a separate
> > little ring (thanks Rick W.) teased and begged to be turned. NO! First a
> > gently but firm pull of the choke to just the right spot and a short tug
> on
> > the starter to stir the blood in its veins. Now grasping the key between
> my
> > trembling fingers, I turned it. The little red light told me now was the
> > moment... and I pulled the starter button. The red light was overcome by
> > the rush of energy pouring from the alternator (Frank C.) as the engine
> > started on the second rotation (thanks PO). I let out the breath I didn't
> > realize I had been holding and eased in the choke. A smooth and steady
> idle
> > purred beneath the hood (Crane Cams) and sent a vibration up my spine (bad
> > motor mounts). My breath now was coming in ragged gasps as I...
> >
> > Oops! coffee water is hot, gotta go now.
> > Regards, Glen Byrns
> >
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