[Geerhead55]

Back in 73', a buddy of mine had met this cute lil' blonde and was taking her to a Doobie Bros. concert in Seattle (about an hour away) and wanted to borrow my 69 Z/28 since I had 3:73s and would be better on the freeway than his 66' L-79 non SS Chevy II which had 4:11s. We swapped for the night as it was a work night for me and I was going to the mall to get some work shirts. Well, this was the night my girlfriend decided to tell me it was all over and after I dropped her off, and not being in the best state of mind, I pulled that Nova out onto the street and gave it hell. When I grabbed second gear, the driveshaft broke in two and busted the yoke also. Going down hill I was able to coast almost half a mile before I parked it and locked it up,,,he had an 8 track afterall. It was about a mile walk home,and I had to borrow the ol' mans pickup to go to the guys' house to tell him what I'd done, and that I'd fix everything. My tail was deffinately between my legs that night. I still don't think I've ever had more emotion behind a power shift since.
Danny Durham