Maybe times have changed but in the Seventies I had no luck attracting the
opposite sex with the B. In Northern Minnesota it was just a strange old
car. But then again if I had done a better job of getting the grease off
my hands, the machine oil out of my clothes, and the cowsh*t off my boots
maybe the results would have been different. Who knows.
BTW the person who finally decided to put up with me for life did so even
though my daily driver was a 74 Datsun 610 coupe painted primer brown with
a roof rack, no muffler to speak of, and wool blankets tied over the seats
for seat covers. Needless to say, we drove her car on most dates. The
machine oil and grease were still there but by then I had lost the cowsh*t.
By this time aromatic stimuli was provided almost exclusively by stale
beer.
Regards,
Bill Eastman
61 MGA
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