GregRT
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I'm new to the forum but somewhat old to almost everything else. So I thought it would be fun to start a story thread by way of introduction and invite others to share some of their own in response.
The first time I drove my Charger was in 1978 when it was the better part of a decade old. By the time I graduated from high school a few years later all my peers knew who I was and many of the older folks around town simply knew that the car was driven by some crazy kid. The reputation built up around the car is simply about a guy sewing oats without getting stuck in the furrow.
I was recently reminiscing about one particular misspent night of my youth whereby I was hoping to make a quiet (low rpm idle down the road kind of "hush") early morning departure from a certain premises so as not to rouse the attention of a particular set of those aforementioned "older folk." The Charger must have known I was trying to avoid trouble and did it's part by not starting thus keeping the 440 stone cold quiet in honor of the situation. Unfortunately I had too far to travel before the sunrise would reveal my absence at home thus creating a whole other sort of trouble from my parents.
So I grabbed a screwdriver and "jumped" the starter terminals which brought the car to life with one annoying problem. The starter pinion gear did not disengage from the ring gear on the flywheel thereby creating a shrill that would likely arouse the entire neighborhood so I did what came naturally. Jumped in the car and laid a couple fat stripes on the asphalt to create a much needed smoke screen to camouflage my departure.
A fortunate byproduct of that action was the pinion gear returned to it's resting position so by the time dawn occurred the Charger was quietly cooling down outside the house I grew up in and I was in bed with covers pulled over my head to appease the post-adrenaline "shivers" from this escapade.
By the time Monday rolled around my high school friends had much to say about wild allegations made by a certain set of "older folks" upset about their rude awakening on Sunday morning. With that I turned to my buddy with a Firebird 400 and innocently postulated that his girlfriend lived in that neighborhood and suggested to him in front of all our friends that it would be wise to make a quiet early morning departure next time. You see I wasn't visiting the same place he was that night but I knew he was in the neighborhood...
Yup B Bodies Rule!
The first time I drove my Charger was in 1978 when it was the better part of a decade old. By the time I graduated from high school a few years later all my peers knew who I was and many of the older folks around town simply knew that the car was driven by some crazy kid. The reputation built up around the car is simply about a guy sewing oats without getting stuck in the furrow.
I was recently reminiscing about one particular misspent night of my youth whereby I was hoping to make a quiet (low rpm idle down the road kind of "hush") early morning departure from a certain premises so as not to rouse the attention of a particular set of those aforementioned "older folk." The Charger must have known I was trying to avoid trouble and did it's part by not starting thus keeping the 440 stone cold quiet in honor of the situation. Unfortunately I had too far to travel before the sunrise would reveal my absence at home thus creating a whole other sort of trouble from my parents.
So I grabbed a screwdriver and "jumped" the starter terminals which brought the car to life with one annoying problem. The starter pinion gear did not disengage from the ring gear on the flywheel thereby creating a shrill that would likely arouse the entire neighborhood so I did what came naturally. Jumped in the car and laid a couple fat stripes on the asphalt to create a much needed smoke screen to camouflage my departure.
A fortunate byproduct of that action was the pinion gear returned to it's resting position so by the time dawn occurred the Charger was quietly cooling down outside the house I grew up in and I was in bed with covers pulled over my head to appease the post-adrenaline "shivers" from this escapade.
By the time Monday rolled around my high school friends had much to say about wild allegations made by a certain set of "older folks" upset about their rude awakening on Sunday morning. With that I turned to my buddy with a Firebird 400 and innocently postulated that his girlfriend lived in that neighborhood and suggested to him in front of all our friends that it would be wise to make a quiet early morning departure next time. You see I wasn't visiting the same place he was that night but I knew he was in the neighborhood...
Yup B Bodies Rule!
