When Single what was your "Chick Magnet"

Harley and Hot Rods! My Pop was a hot-rodder and race car (dirt) driver. He always had cool cars and motorcycles. And the chicks my age and their Moms (Pops age) were always walking by his garage. I got my first Harley , a '64 XLCH Sportster from a family friend at 16 for $500. It was in boxes and the frame & sheetmetal was in red lead primer. It became a father/son project and I got my learners permit at the same time I got my car permit. I could drive my beat up old Chevy van to school at 17 , but the school wouldn't let me park the bike on school grounds. So I kept it at a girls house that lived behind the school. All the free-spirited , long haired hippie chicks loved it , er , us.
 
when i was 22 in 1996 I bought a 1965 corvette for 13k. 327/350 4 spd.. dang i loved thar car. sold it for almost double that a few years later to help finance a house. wish i still had it. was fast and loud. took more than a few ladies for an evening ride in the hills "to look at the city lights" as you may know its a cramped cabin, so extensive partying took place elsewhere but the vette helped lay the groundwork for me

it sure wasnt my movie star good looks or bill gates bank account !
 
in highschool-66 fairlane gt. in college-70 boss 302 mustang both with hotted up engines.
 
In grade school, and in my first years of high school, Fritz was my "chick magnet." Girls just couldn't resist him!

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This was my "chick magnet" when I was a senior in high school and through my junior year in college. The best things about this old '50 chev were that it was roomy on the inside, and that the inside door handle on the passenger side didn't work. Fade to the Beach Boys singing I get around...

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But my real "chick magnet" was this '65 Sting Ray acquired in 1969. Unfortunately, I was married by then. Fortunately, my wife liked it, too!

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Some people just have good taste:D:D:D:D
My '66
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I'll tell you what magnetized me: We had gotten a big snowfall and I heard "scrape, scrape, scrape" out on the apartment walkway. I went outside to see who was there and it was Charlie (who lived at the other end of the building and who I hadn't yet met) shovelling the entire walk out to the parking lot. I said, "That's the man for me!"

Snow shovels. ;)
 
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At the end of things, its always really the woman that chooses the man!
 
Probably my '68 GMC van with mag wheels, orange shag carpeting, wood paneling and a bed in the back. That old wreck was a party on wheels...
 
' 63 Vette, then the '67 with the 427...

Hell, I forgot all about the Chicks...but damn ~ I remember everything about those two rides...


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First time, a 1969 Chevelle and 1968 Honda 450 and an English Setter named Tammy.

Second time, a 1981 Mazda RX7, 30 foot sale boat and an English Setter named Penny.

Now that I'm old and married so long? A Mazda Miata and a Brittany named Ruger except we just wave at pretty girls and go home to momma.
 
Grew up in a Airborne/Ranger family (pretty strict) in the early '80s lived in Flagstaff Az had a '68 VW Baja (set up for off-road racing) and a '79 Z-28 Black t-tops Center line rims sweet ride, but the real "chick magnet" was me 6' 225 lbs jock;) Blonde hair Blue eyes Now i'm a husband of 24 yrs to a woderful wife;) 2 great girls 21 and 19 and i'm now 6' 250 lbs:eek: just remeber this GETTING OLD AIN'T FOR SISSIES LOL
 
Mine was a 1966 Olds 442 Two door Holiday Coupe - 400hp 490 Ft Lbs of torque with 4 on the floor - man I loved that car and everyone wanted to come along for a ride.:cool:
 
Well I never was a chick magnet but my motorcycle and leather coat dident hurt. That got me my first wife, HA HA HA HA HA! I still ride though!
 
Paladin,
I love the Chevy. I had a '53 Ford Sport Coupe, nosed and decked, moon discs, duals, glasspacks. You could hear me coming from a mile away.
 
I'll tell you what magnetized me: We had gotten a big snowfall and I heard "scrape, scrape, scrape" out on the apartment walkway. I went outside to see who was there and it was Charlie (who lived at the other end of the building and who I hadn't yet met) shovelling the entire walk out to the parking lot. I said, "That's the man for me!"

Snow shovels. ;)
A classic illustration on how men and women see things differently. :D
Barb, you are classic. And classy.
 
Occasionally when I'd be out for a little drive in my '70 T/A Challenger I'd have guys follow me around. Sometimes I let them and sometimes I didn't.
 
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