[Greg Reimer 7376]

This didn't have anything to do with Christmas, but back in the mid '70's,I had a red '62 Impala SS 2 dr. hardtop, 4.56 gears, wide ratio Muncie 4 speed, 11 inch Mc Cloud clutch, and a 409 with a couple of 4 barrels. This car was in the high 12's, and it was a giggle toy to drive around in. One Saturday, my step dad was out in the rear yard and he made some comment about the car, so I invited him for an obligatory ride. We went about a half mile down the street,I turned around and got straightened up, asked him if he was ready,six granded the '09 and dropped the clutch. Six grand twice more, and we were coming up on their driveway rather fast,so I nailed the brakes and swerved into the driveway,went through the side gate and around back of the house and shut it off.We both got out, I shut the gate, let their German shepherd out of the dog run, and he went in. A few moments later, my mother came out and asked me if I was trying to give him another heart attack. It obviously scared him pretty well. He got rather old and forgetful over the next twenty years, but he never seemed to forget that one.