WTF ...PJ's Mustang
There are people who tell stories of unusual events they either witnessed or played a part in. I'd like to visit with the guy who tells this story ...
It's the late 1960's:
In the early morning hours of So California life working as a gas station attendant on Torrance Blvd is boring at best . The only sign of life along the four lane boulevard are the lights coming off the Daily Breeze newspaper building. A still quiet lingers there at that hour of the day and there's a smell of ocean air blowing in from the beach a couple of miles away.
A low roar begins to penetrate the morning silence. It gains in volume and intensity as it approaches. Hearing hot rods running up and down Torrance Blvd is not unusual, it's a welcome distraction during the long, dark, morning hours. This is different ...it doesn't sound like a hot rod. It sounds ...meaner, faster.
Suddenly the sound becomes a blurred vision of a not-for-street 1969 Mustang flying passed the gas station, around the turn by the drive in movie theater, up the hill and gone in seconds leaving behind it the scent of high performance racing fuel.
A few minutes later this monster pulls into the gas station. Two teenage males climb out (no doors), one bolted in to the drivers seat, the other hanging on for dear life to the roll cage behind the driver. They dig through their pockets for loose change. Coming up with $1.15 between them they purchased what premium fuel they could, climbed back into the Mustang, fired the beast up and left in a blaze of roaring, tire smoking glory.
Nobody would believe his story. Well, it's true and yes ...I was holding on for dear life as Curt was laughing his butt off sliding us around Torrance Blvd.
Sometimes it's better to wait ...oh, say decades, to tell your stories to giants. Sorry PJ. At least we didn't dent it ...like we did to Mickey's boat.
It's the late 1960's:
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| Daily Breeze, Torrance Blvd. |
A low roar begins to penetrate the morning silence. It gains in volume and intensity as it approaches. Hearing hot rods running up and down Torrance Blvd is not unusual, it's a welcome distraction during the long, dark, morning hours. This is different ...it doesn't sound like a hot rod. It sounds ...meaner, faster.
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| PJ @ Riverside, CA |
A few minutes later this monster pulls into the gas station. Two teenage males climb out (no doors), one bolted in to the drivers seat, the other hanging on for dear life to the roll cage behind the driver. They dig through their pockets for loose change. Coming up with $1.15 between them they purchased what premium fuel they could, climbed back into the Mustang, fired the beast up and left in a blaze of roaring, tire smoking glory.
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| PJ and his Mustang |
Nobody would believe his story. Well, it's true and yes ...I was holding on for dear life as Curt was laughing his butt off sliding us around Torrance Blvd.
Sometimes it's better to wait ...oh, say decades, to tell your stories to giants. Sorry PJ. At least we didn't dent it ...like we did to Mickey's boat.
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