verskel

Ok, it's mid-afternoon around 1pm and I pull into a Fina gas station.
Great weather, top down and about 68 degrees with a slight 3mph breeze.

After pulling up to the pump, I get out and open the hood to check my power steering fluid level. It's been known to leak a little and I felt like checking things and of course check the oil, too. Everything was A-Ok.....ready to pump some petrol <gas> into the dry tank purely evident of a true Big Block car. As I'm closing the hood gently, I notice a late 70's chevy pickup pulling up beside my car on the opposite pump. This is one of those beater trucks that has red & silver paint below 1-inch of dust, dirt, and who knows what else. Of course, there's the occassional dent that interupts the what's left of the factory trim and the wheel's don't match.
Out pops a guy who's an outside worker with leathery skin, lots of wrinkles, and of course has a cheap cigarette hangin' out of his mouth.

"Nice ride - is that a '74 ?" ......I reply no, it's a '68
"Really ? ....shure is nice - it's called a C2, right ?" .....I don't say anything
"So, does it really have a 427 ?" .....yup
"Ya know, my buddy used to have this '67 Camaro and he raced vettes all the time. He had a hopped-up 6-cylinder that would make the car pop wheelies........it's true.....heck, he could even beat 427 cars all day long !
'Course I have a nice 305 in my truck that'll spin the tires for as long as ya want......

At this point I'm walking to the rear portion of my car turning away from the guy to prepay for my gas and to start pumping trying to ignore him.

And he continues......while following me,

"So, betcha only get 5 miles to the gallon in it. If I were you, I'd git me a nice little 327 to drop in it. Put a big 'ole carbureator, add some headers and you'd have a hot little motor with better mileage. Heck, I can hook ya up for parts through my brother's cousin. He has a real nice garage setup and own's his own business.........here's a card."

Reluctantly, I take the card - :rolleyes:

"Well, gotta go.....my girlfriend at the house is waitin' on me."

Whew......survived yet another useless encounter at the pump. :crazy:

MaxxSmoke

Sounds like the typical red neck for sure. I bet all he needed was a wornout pair of overalls and no t shirt. Was his name cooter ? Ye haw :party:

Stewart's74

So when did you punch him?

l2vette

Good Story!! I thought the ending was going to be something like, he dropped his cigarette on your interior as he was jawin'. :eek:

carnut114

Sounds like he knows nothing about vetts and engines either. :crazy: Some people like to hear them selves talk.

Fevre

Yes it is best to leave people who are sleep walking alone because they can become violent if awoken. :rolleyes:

Corvette_fetish

Wouldn't his brother's cousin be his cousin too, or does inbreeding somehow screw that up? :confused:

verskel

:lolg: :lolg: :lolg: .....and I'm not clear on the "my brother's cousin thing either"......unless it's his step-brother.....oh he was wearing jeans with a long sleeve flannel shirt - unbuttoned. :rolleyes:

Secret Squirrel

:rofl: :rofl:

1FUNVET

cute!!

1Bad69

shoot boy...i'd be a holleran at that guys cousin's frined for parts quicker than S*@T through a goose.... :lolg:

Fevre

Always wonder just how quickly poopie goes throw a goose? :confused: Also does it multiply like it does for my dogs, seems when I added my 2nd I got 4 times the number of loads to clean up. :U

78 Vette

:lolg: :lolg: :lolg: :lolg:
You should have told uncle Jessie that Ennis and roscoe was hot on his tail. :lolg: :rofl: :rofl:

Freepop

Last summer a kid (17 or so) pulled up at the gas station. He had a S10 with a V8 and it sounded like a pretty good cam with 60s on the back, tach sticking out of the hood. I thought, here we go. I was just toppin off the tank, in a hurry, and he asks if my car is fast. I reply nope, just a stock snail. He said "oh" I paid and departed post haste. I have no desire to prove anything to anyone, and yes, it is a stock snail. But, I like it and it's mine.