Have been vetting since 1969. Three sharks, under my belt and now a C4.

SHE, picked it out, "because it looks pretty."

SHE, didn't like riding in my 79, street runner. "Too darn noisy, (open hooker headers) too darn low, (dropped 3" all around) no darn seats, ( had those plastic bowling alley seats in it) and no darn paint"( buffed it off with my Chrismas present, she bought me).

I, in fact, loved it.

No one, in thier right mind, would try to steal it.

It was grate to wewe on the kiddies in thier newer toys.

Picture this, an old gas bag, as I am, tooling around in "hey, pops, is that you grandsons car"?

Wiping thier young butts at the lights or the twisties.

Laughing all the way, with the STONES on the tape deck..

Now, don't any of you, ask WHO ARE THE STONES!