This a story of a girl with long blond hair down to her cute butt, a guy and a car.
Almost exactly 40 years ago I hit the jackpot. I was driving through town when a lovely girl in short shorts was just getting off her motorcycle in front of a local club. Like most guys that sure caught my eye.
I drove a few blocks to where I was headed to grab a burger. After finishing I was a bit bored and still had that pretty girl on my mind.
I pulled out of the parking lot and after four right turns I saw the motorcycle and I pulled into the space infront of the club.
The club had room you entered where the doorman / bouncer stood to let people in to the club. He was a good friend I had seen a in a bit so we chatted for awhile. After a few minutes some people came in so I stepped out of the way so stepped back and let my buddy do his job taking care of the line.
Then out stepped the pretty blued girl with the long blond hair. She had to give my buddy the bouncer a hug before she left. I don't even think she noticed me standing there.
Then she noticed the car. My car, a bright red, 1974 L-Type DeTomaso Pantera. She told my buddy she would give anything to drive a car like that. I stepped out with the keys dangling from my finger and said go ahead take it for a spin.
At the time was dressed a little grubby in a tee shirt and jeans, not ready for clubbing or picking up woman. I was in my mid 20's. I had long hair. Nope I didn't look like the kind of guy that would own a fancy Italian sports car.
Her response was' "yeah right the isn't your car." I assured her it was but she wasn't buying it. My friend wasn't give me a bit of help. He just stood there smiling.
It went back and forth, "yes, it is really my car" and her, "I'm not going to go out there and try to get in that car"
I finely said, "fine, I'll go out and unlock the door for you'' which I did. By then my friend Mike clued her in that it was my car and I was "okay".
I asked her again if she wanted to drive my car. She declined but did say she would love to go for a ride. I'm not dumb, I opened the passenger as fast as I could.
We went for maybe a 20 minute drive. When I delivered her back to the club and her motorcycle I asked for her number. She gave me 4 numbers: hers, her moms, work and modeling agent.
Next day I called and asked her if she wanted to go out that night. She said yes.
Since then I think I could count the days we've been apart on my fingers and toes. In January we celebrate our 40th anniversary. I married way way up.
the car and then the girl.
At 59 she still turns my head.
Not one of our wedding photos but one that was done 15 years ago as an advertisement for a floral bridal dress shop.