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Originally Posted by Tcoat
The wedding car and the reason to need a wedding car.
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Now THAT brings to mind, one warm, sunny, spring, Saturday afternoon, I borrowed my parents new, 1959 Chevrolet kindswood station wagon.
I picked up my steady girl (who was 15) (I was 16) and found this short road to nowhere, off the highway.
Welp, things were going according to plan, when there was a loud knock on the side window ....... and there stood a huge Ohio State Patrolman.
He asked for my drivers license and her ID (all she had was a girl scout card).
When he said he was going to contact her parents, we pleaded for my life. Her father was an Air Force Colonel and her mother was an alcoholic.
He turned us lose with a verbal warning ......... my lucky day .......
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