Imagine how I felt when, in my youth, I was impeded from opening the hotel
door in my home village by some object on the steps that turned out to be
the back bumper of my Datsun 510. As I squeezed out the door, I noticed a
policeman driving by ... staring!!! What would you have done? Drive under
the influence to get it off ( it went anywhere ), or risk the rath of
leaving it there?
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>I'm sorry but manually moving a Spridget is no great feat.
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>My family lived in Sun Prarrie, Wisconsin in the mid '60s. My brother
>drove a 631/2 midget. The farm boys loved to pick it up and put it on the
>side walk outside the pool hall. I drove my bugeye during high school
>back in the late 70s. I often came out after football practice to find
>that some of my team mates had turned it sideways in its parking spot
>between two other cars.
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>Also, there was a Mountain Dew commercial about 15 years ago where two
>gorgeous girls in a bugeye (I believe it was speedwell blue) are carried
>across a washed out bridge by four strapping young fellows.
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>It just comes with the territory.
>Herb G.
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