A funny yet true story about my 1968 Charger:
My Aunt and Uncle were picking my Grandmother up to go to a church event. But when they arrived, my Uncle caught a flat on his Mercury Monarch.
Time was short so the folks asked me to borrow my ’68 Charger. Of course I told them don’t forget to put gas in her and tossed them the keys.
I looked out the window at these old fogies getting in my precious race car and was thinking how totally ridiculous they looked.
Next I heard the engine start up because it shook the entire neighborhood and then my tires screeching down the street and around the corner.
My folks got back about 4 hours later so I asked my Uncle, didn’t you scare the hell out of Mom’s when you took off burning rubber like that?
My Uncle just laughed, flashed me a quick grin and said, Curtis that was your Grandmother driving!
