I was busy all day with my Lincoln. Systems kept failing and the computer kept giving me messages. I know it’s just a computer glitch. I took it in to the dealer, and naturally everything worked fine.
Speaking about cars, Dave K emailed me about GMs. I told him about an event when I was 17.
I’ve always had a special affection for Chryslers. I think it’s because when I was in high school one of my best friend’s father and mother had two late models, Imperials I think. One night Larry and I were down at the south end of Anna Maria Island in one of those Chryslers. Hank L and another guy pulled up and asked if we wanted to race to the north end, seven miles up Beach Drive, full of sharp 90º curves. Larry took off. Evidently, Hank just watched us go, didn’t even try. Larry hit 110 mph. He was an absolutely brilliant person, but he was nuts with no common sense. I was so scared I jumped over into the back seat. Remember, we didn’t have seat belts then. At the end of the Island (I’m sure nobody has ever done it faster) we stopped, turned the car around and waited for Hank. This was late at night. After four or five minutes We saw headlights coming way in the distance. Larry was laughing like a fool at Hank. But when the car stopped, it was a cop. He hauled us back to Larry’s house. Larry’s mother was nuts too. She blamed me for not stopping him.