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My first car was a red 1965 Triumph spitfire. I damn near killed myself many times in it. I once drove it under the trailer of a truck- it was pretty low to the ground. When I ETS'ed out of the service in Texas during the end of 69 I drove it back to California via the long way all the way up to visit a friend in Conn. Had to do my explore the USA thing. Had a lot of interesting experiences. Got stopped multiple times because as trip wore on I began to look very hippish.
While I never did drugs, a service buddy who lived in Conn. left a pipe filled with green herbs ( lol ) residue which I wanted to return to him but forgot to do once I got there. I got rousted out of a pay toilet in Dallas by the police just because of my appearance. They just opened the door with me sitting there. I always thought that a pay toilet was like a sanctuary. The took me back to my car and searched it but for some strange reason didn't find the pipe which was in plain site in the space that served as the glove compartment in those English cars. I didn't even realize it was there until I got back to El Paso. The penalty for drug possession in Texas then was draconian. I would still be serving time.
On opportunity I missed was when my friend wanted me to stay an extra week because he and some of his friends were going to some Music Festival- Wood-Stick -- or something or other. I decided against it since because I wanted to do more interesting things. It probable didn't turn out to be a very memorable event anyway. lol.
I ended up selling it to some friend of mine for a $100 bucks. It needed needed a head gasket but other wise was in good shape. I just got tired of it. Was really cold in the winter. He really got a deal and I always regretted it. He put in an electric fuel pump which caught fire and burned the care to a cinder. What a maroon.
While I never did drugs, a service buddy who lived in Conn. left a pipe filled with green herbs ( lol ) residue which I wanted to return to him but forgot to do once I got there. I got rousted out of a pay toilet in Dallas by the police just because of my appearance. They just opened the door with me sitting there. I always thought that a pay toilet was like a sanctuary. The took me back to my car and searched it but for some strange reason didn't find the pipe which was in plain site in the space that served as the glove compartment in those English cars. I didn't even realize it was there until I got back to El Paso. The penalty for drug possession in Texas then was draconian. I would still be serving time.
On opportunity I missed was when my friend wanted me to stay an extra week because he and some of his friends were going to some Music Festival- Wood-Stick -- or something or other. I decided against it since because I wanted to do more interesting things. It probable didn't turn out to be a very memorable event anyway. lol.
I ended up selling it to some friend of mine for a $100 bucks. It needed needed a head gasket but other wise was in good shape. I just got tired of it. Was really cold in the winter. He really got a deal and I always regretted it. He put in an electric fuel pump which caught fire and burned the care to a cinder. What a maroon.