From: wolverine01@charter.net   
      
   Just a little funny about my stupid youth.   
      
   Though my mom is old now, I was thinking last night about some of the   
   cool cars she has had over the years after seeing one of them in a story   
   of cool cars.  When we were all small, pops got her the mini-van of the   
   day, which back them was a station wagon.  I can't remember the make and   
   model, but I do remember it had a huge engine in it and would smoke the   
   tires with all of us in it.  As we got older, dad got her an Olds   
   Tornado.  Again, though front wheel drive, this thing had a monster   
   engine in it and though us kids didn't know it at the time, was a pretty   
   damn cool car for a "mom" to be driving the kids around in.   
      
   Eventually, like lots of marriages in that era, drinking and womanizing   
   caused problems and the eventual divorce of the parents.  First thing my   
   mom did was go out and get herself a Pontiac Firebird Trans Am with a   
   6.6 Liter engine.  Ridiculous fast.  She was out of town one weekend and   
   being the shithead I was decided I was going to take it out and drive   
   this thing and she would never know.  I drove into the Chicago suburb of   
   Berkeley to a place a friend of mine's dad owned.  I'll be damned if I   
   didn't lock the keys in it and could not get to them.  I had the buddy   
   drive us home and left it in the factory parking lot overnight with the   
   keys in the ignition, planning on going back in the morning with the   
   spare set.   
      
   When I get there the next day, you guessed it, no damn car.  I'm   
   crapping my pants trying to figure out how first I'm going to explain   
   why I was driving moms baby, and then explaining where it was.  Finally   
   giving up, I call the police to report it stolen.  He explains to me his   
   officers running routine checks in the dangerous area had seen this   
   brand new car and checking to see what it was doing there in the middle   
   of the night saw it had the keys in the ignition.  They had used their   
   tools to open it and decided it would be safer in the station parking   
   lot, and that it was there right now and safely in their possession.   
      
   After about 30 years, and now that we all grown up, we told mom this   
   story and she just laughed.  She said it was a good thing she didn't   
   find out about that one back then or she would have probably broken   
   several wooden spoons over my ass!   
      
      
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