Guess I'm a No-Namer - somewhere between the Greatest Generation & the
Baby Boomer Generation.
Back in '76, my younger son borrowed my mint '74 carmine Spit to drive to
his afternoon H.S. graduation. As the wife & I & 3 younger daughters were
returning from the ceremony in the family wagon - big, ugly Plymouth Sports
Suburban (but it had a 440 in it) - top-down Spit passes us with handsome
son accompanied by blond dolly with hair blowing in the wind, etc. My bride
of 20-some years observes: "That's really a young guy's car, isn't it?"
( OUCH! )
(FAST FORWARD to Jan '00) - While I'm cleaning-up & refurbishing Spit
soft-top in gleeful anticipation of Spring, bride of 40-some years
(different Spit, same bride) opines: "Why don't you just buy a new top?"
Moral #1: You're never too old for a Spit.
Moral #2: Conventional females married to car-nut males can be brought
around - but it may take 40-plus years.
Ree Gurley in Silver Spring, MD - 78 Spit FM73070U O
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