[D-CEL]

LOL I have given lots of first rides, not many second rides.
My best "girl for a ride" story:
I went to a birthday party on a sunny Sat afternoon. I had only been there a few minutes when the host walks over to me and says
"Hey that girl over there wants to go for a ride in your car, but she is too shy to ask"
I glance over and my eyes are met by hers. WOW! and she is something. An incredibly bodied petite brunette with brilliant white smile.
As I had been married 15yrs and was intimately familiar with the pitfalls of such a request, I politely responded

"Sure lets go!"

Interestingly on that day I struggled with the belts. I had particular difficulty with the anti-submarine strap....

Anyway, once I had finished with the Simpson foreplay, we headed out for a spin. We motored down a very nice 4 lane secondary road, for several minutes, chatting and smiling, talking about the car.
Then she says to me, "It sounds fantastic! I can feel it through my whole body...."
Taking that as my cue, I roll to a stop. I look over at her and say "Are you ready?"
With a devilish grin, she nods.
I drop the hammer and snap the clutch. The big M/T drag radials go up in smoke as the tach needle swings like a bat towards the big end. I grab second as the tires get sticky and down the road we fly. Just into third, I lift out of the throttle.
As the 1st and 2nd gear violence subsides she erupts in wild giggles and laughter. OH MY GOD!! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE! HOLLY SHOT! We continue down the road another block or so only to be caught at a red light.
As we glide to a stop, a yellow motion on my left catches my eye.
It is two guys in a shiny new Mitsubishi Evolution.
As my guest is far more engaging than these two a$$-clowns, my attention returns to its rightful place.
Then I hear it... "Ring, ding, ding, ding pssstt!"
I look over and the passenger yells "you wanna race that thing"
I look back at her and she says "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!"
I blame it on the testosterone coursing through my veins.
I think to myself, "this is stupid, but...the M/T's are already molten, and it will be quick, I'll teach this little rat turd a lesson".

As the light flashes green, the big Mickeys take a half a turn and bite the asphalt hard. I can feel the car twisting as the engine screams. Like he put his Lemon-head in reverse, I loose him out of the corner of my eye. I rip a fast second gear and then I hear it....
"THUMP!" loud and deep in my right ear.

"What the hell was that?" I say to myself. But the car is still going straight and pulling like a rocket sled.
"Hmmm, ill have to look into that when I get home, keep your foot in it."

At the top of second I lift and get on the brakes hard as the entrance to his housing tract is coming quickly.
We make the right turn and idle down the street.
As I look to my right to ask my soon to be mistress "How was that?"
I find her near unconscious, limp in the seat, staring straight up into the sky, her head resting on the rear cowling.
Ohhhhh noooo...
we roll back into the driveway and shut it down, the faces of the people in the garage go from smiles to grave concern.
She starts to sit up, grasping her head her face grimacing.

As It turns out, she was...unprepared for the violence of the shift and her head rocked backwards striking the cowling with sufficient force to knock her safely into her grammer school years and give her a concusion.
We helped her from the car and put her in a bedroom with a bag of ice and some aspirin.

I didn’t even get a thank you..

Jason