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ah yes, we have all set our car on fire once.

your car reminds me of my plymoth fury, totally rusted, cinder blocks for seats, bought it for a pack of cigarettes, drove it up north for christmas, froze my ass of the entire time, died in front of a friends neighbors house, who bought it from me based on the gas in the tank lol.
Ha, my grandmother had a Plymouth Fury. With all the bells and whistles. What a boat that was! I learned to drive in that car.

So, ok, Fury story... I'm sixteen, and I just have my learner's permit. My grandmother was... oh, maybe 82? She was about five feet tall at that point, patrician New England lady, but she was a ball of fire. She went on safari in Africa when she was 88. So she decides that she wants to see Quebec City, so we drive up there, have a great time etc or at least as great a time as you can have if you're an angsty teen girl dying to find a boyfriend. We're driving back, and there's a lot of empty space in Maine, that part of Maine. So I'm driving fast. That thing had a V-8 engine, and it would MOVE. So I'm going down this hill at about 95...which you could not even feel in that car. Next thing, flashing red lights. Cop pulls me over, tells me I was doing 95, and my grandmother basically just said, no way is that true (and I'm sure she believed that) and badgered the cop into putting like 70 on the ticket. It was a thing of beauty.

(And lucky too because that would have been a reckless driving charge, and I only had a permit, and I would have been so fucked. I think she paid the ticket, too.)
 
Ha, my grandmother had a Plymouth Fury. With all the bells and whistles. What a boat that was! I learned to drive in that car.

So, ok, Fury story... I'm sixteen, and I just have my learner's permit. My grandmother was... oh, maybe 82? She was about five feet tall at that point, patrician New England lady, but she was a ball of fire. She went on safari in Africa when she was 88. So she decides that she wants to see Quebec City, so we drive up there, have a great time etc or at least as great a time as you can have if you're an angsty teen girl dying to find a boyfriend. We're driving back, and there's a lot of empty space in Maine, that part of Maine. So I'm driving fast. That thing had a V-8 engine, and it would MOVE. So I'm going down this hill at about 95...which you could not even feel in that car. Next thing, flashing red lights. Cop pulls me over, tells me I was doing 95, and my grandmother basically just said, no way is that true (and I'm sure she believed that) and badgered the cop into putting like 70 on the ticket. It was a thing of beauty.

(And lucky too because that would have been a reckless driving charge, and I only had a permit, and I would have been so fucked. I think she paid the ticket, too.)
haha. glad your fury ran well. mine ran um "strong"

and grandmother lol, I bet my great grandmother could have accomplished that. She was expert level badgering. She never learned to drive though, but on the public bus she would insist I was 6 and under, until I was like 13. Same as restaurants with child prices. I am taller than her. if people told her she had to wait, she would be all, I am 90 years old, I might die waiting, you want a dead woman here. She would also pull the "huh, huh, I can't hear you, you lose hearing at my age" with thing if people told her things she didn't like, until they gave up. fake forgetting things. man, old ladies get away with some crap. It was priceless, embarrassing, but priceless.
 
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