[Chevyman]

The Bait and Switch Story

After purchasing my new 1969 Z/28 Camaro at 5:00 PM on a friday night, I immediately headed over to the Davenport,Iowa One Ways. Muscle Cars would drive around for hours east on 3rd avenue, north one block, then west on 4th avenue, south one block, back east on 3rd avenue and do it over and over again. There were four lanes wide and usually ten deep at any given time. I was no different, over my long driving career of two years, I spent most of my time cruising and talking with the guys about cars, and cruising and talking with the girls trying to hook one in. But there was something about driving dad’s car or driving a rat that discouraged the babes to join forces with me for a cruise. That is until I bought the gaudiest and loudest Camaro in town! Burgundy with red stripes got it done! The chambered exhaust didn’t hurt either! The girls were engaging in cat fights for a ride in the badest Z around. Well one night I struck up a conversation with a cute babe and after awhile we decided to go out the next night. I had quizzed her a bit about was it the car or did she really want to be seen with me alone. She assured me “oh no I really want to go out with you the car has nothing to do with it”. The next morning I was telling my friend Greg McKenzie about the deal, and I asked him if he would like to borrow my car to take out his girl Christine and I would use his 1937 Chevy 4 door to take out my date. He naturally agreed and so it was that evening I arrived at my date’s house that I hit the binders and went sailing on by for about four car lengths do to the bad brakes. I looked up at the house and I saw her mother looking out the window rather anxiously wandering what was going on. I backed up and went up to the door and the chickadee met me with “what’s that?’ We talked for a bit and soon I was on my way to Deb’s Drive Inn alone with a very limited agenda for the night. I was telling my folks years later about that night and my Mom said “that’s ok Danny, girls like that are very shallow!” I didn’t bother telling Mom about the many other dates that worked out much better than that one did.