I had the Charger out last weekend. I went to this local hamburger joint that I hadn't visited in about 4 years. The last time I went there I ran into a high school buddy of the original owner of the car who regaled me with the story of how the kid lost control of the car in the high school parking lot and crashed into his algebra teacher's car. This was due to a temporary loss of concentration while he was trying to make out with his girlfriend, while driving.
Well anyway, I park the car and a guy walks up and it turns out he remembered the car from high school, as he was a year ahead of the original owner. In fact, he raced the car and beat it with his tunnel-rammed 327 Chevelle on I-287 in Jersey! He commented that the kid just could not drive the car.
You know, it's kinda fun living in the same area that the car is from: a new story every time you take it out for a spin.
