dual fours
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Nope.Was someone possibly upset with you over a female?
I still have the receipt for the new windshield.
This all went down around 44 years ago.
One night we met some friends at a garage and they were wrapping barbwire around baseball bats and also driving big nails through those bat. They said "there is going to be a rumble up at (blank) park with the (blank)''.
So I drive away and I look at Dana and say "want to go up past the Park?''
"what else are we doing?"
So up around the park I drive, it's dark but you could see, trees on both sides of the road and a stone wall on my left maybe 4' tall.
Well this guy steps out from around a tree up to my left and says" Hey man come here", I say "no man".
and slowly keep on driving.
Well the next thing I see is another guy coming out from around a tree on the right with the baseball bat in the swing position in motion.
I say "DANA, BASEBALL BAT, DUCK", and punched it and swerved towards the "attacker".
The windshield in front of Dana spider webbed and the windshield wiper and antenna went flying.
The "attacker" with the bat went flying.
I looked up to the left and then the right and I saw feet and legs in the air outside the passenger window.
I ran/drove like a scalded dog. Baby don't fail me now.
I saw headlights come on as I looked in the rear view mirror.
Yes, I drove great that night, alleys, back streets, this way, that way lights out from the beginning till I felt...well what ever one would feel.
There was one car I recognized and knew the owner, he was dating a girl that my girl friend and I knew, that car was at the park.
A Pontiac for sure, IIRC a Grand Am or a Grand Prick, orange paint, white top, mag wheels and with either Leopard spots or Tiger stripe seat covers. The car kinda reminded you of a cream sickle.
We made it back to "safe" ground and I dropped Dana off at his house.
My parents were out of town that weekend, and I am pissed, hot and planning.
Here is where my life could have taken a wrong turn.
I'd guess about a half hour goes by and I have just finished "customizing" a 12 ga. pump and with pockets stuffed full and holding a box of 25 getting ready to sneak back into the park, the door bell rings and I think Cops.
I peek out and there is Dana with his mom.
I let them in and Dana and his mom started both talking at the same time.
Before they left they got me cooled down and thinking straight.
I was thinking straight and had a plan before they came but was not thinking about my future.
Dana stayed with me and his mom went home.
The next day Dana asked why I planed to go back to the park alone without him.
I told him "it would be dark, if I am the only one there, no friendly's will get in the way, only targets''.
To this day Dana still says he saw someone to his right with a machete and not a hatchet.
He thought he was going to loose his head that night.
Oh and there were black sole marks on the passenger door that were made by a boot.
I will end it here and say that the guys we knew in the garage never went to the park that night.
440 4 speed, bet you are sorry you asked.
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