It still makes me smile when I remember the night in 1978, Kentucky winning it's 5th basketball championship and you and I riding around Lexington in your TR6 with the top down and whooping it up. Thanks for the memory.
I remember that evening very well driving to the top of Ravens Rock to camp and getting stuck in the axle deep mud. I remember we pulled you out with Tim A's Toyota and still managed to get up there. That was a good time remember it well, along with the Duke's of Hazard gravel road show I would put on in the T-bird. Good time's!
Thanks for sharing. I wish I had taken more pics of my cars. Though the 86 Volvo 240DL and mom's 1993 Purple Plymouth Grand Voyager aren't as exciting. I remember my first trip in both. Locked the keys in moms minivan at the gas station. At the same gas station the Volvo's brakes went out and I coasted into the the safety rail without going through the glass walls. Driving home and using the manual trans to brake was an adventure.
It still makes me smile when I remember the night in 1978, Kentucky winning it's 5th basketball championship and you and I riding around Lexington in your TR6 with the top down and whooping it up. Thanks for the memory.
I remember that evening very well driving to the top of Ravens Rock to camp and getting stuck in the axle deep mud. I remember we pulled you out with Tim A's Toyota and still managed to get up there. That was a good time remember it well, along with the Duke's of Hazard gravel road show I would put on in the T-bird. Good time's!
Our cars are a moving diary of our lives. Great job.
Thanks for sharing. I wish I had taken more pics of my cars. Though the 86 Volvo 240DL and mom's 1993 Purple Plymouth Grand Voyager aren't as exciting. I remember my first trip in both. Locked the keys in moms minivan at the gas station. At the same gas station the Volvo's brakes went out and I coasted into the the safety rail without going through the glass walls. Driving home and using the manual trans to brake was an adventure.