Authors Note: Thank you, Rochelle, for your car memory that inspired this glimpse into the past. 🙂 The car in question was named “Old Batty”.
My first car, an old police cruiser. Had a heck of a passing gear. Chuckles. Cost me $500, paid through sweat work at the police department. It was grey, and smelled funny.
On my first trip to the mall, I discovered the “interceptor” quite by accident. Got busted by highway patrol. Officer laughed at my fear as I said I didn’t understand what had just happened. 35Mph to 110mph in a matter of seconds. He graciously explained how “not” to engage the gear, and followed me to the nearest gas station. My tank went from full to empty as well.
Don’t have a pic of the actual car, but this could be a dead-ringer for Old Batty… The remains of the police decal remained with the car until the day it died.
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