The Love of My Life.
Here is how I drove with my wife in the car.
We lived about fifty miles
outside a big city. The road home was two lanes. So,
in order to pass, I had to first move to the outside
lane, so I did not hit the car in front of us when I
hit the gas, and then slam down the gas. She loved
riding in the R/T. She would be talking about what
she was going to make for supper and at those times
when I did look at the speedometer it was normally
between 125 and 140. She never commented, just
smiled. On occasion I sometimes wondered which one
of us she liked more, Me or the R/T.
At speeds under 60 mph the ride
was extremely rough because the rear suspension was
literally bolted to the ground and the front torsion
bars were unscrewed. However, over 120 mph, the
tires flexed so fast the suspension never had time
to react and the ride smoothed out.
One time we were coming home in
Her 71 Mustang, when this voice on the other side of
the console, said "You're doing 75”. I of course
immediately brought her down to 55. When we got
home, I asked her why she "suggested" I slow down,
when we are in the R/T you never say a word. She
said: You will not let anything happen to the R/T,
but you do not care about our other cars". I got the
message!
There was a time when we were
dating, and I wanted to go over to Elkhart Speedway
to see a CANAM race. She wanted to go along, so I
said OK. We were behind schedule, so we had little
time to get there. We never got stopped from the
East side of St. Paul to the track by Lake Michigan.
We only averaged 121, because I slowed down to 90
for the small towns. Never got any tickets with the
R/T or accidents, cannot say anything about our
other cars.