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While building my vette, I bought a 95 Trans Am for the wife and I to run around in till the vette was done. Being that the TA was not stock I told the wife to go out and see what the car will do. Her reply was I don't drive like that. One day she got behind a car doing 25 on a 2 lane highway with oncomming traffic. After the traffic cleared she kick the car down for the first after looking at both ditches the car came to rest facing the opsit direction. She came home and said sell this thing we don't nned something with this much power. Lucky for me she won't be driving the vette

LOL.....I built a 67 Goat back in 71 that was just a firebreathin monster, that I used to "play" with crusin friday nights. Being a newlywed I stayed up late everynight doing what newlyweds do so when my loving bride came in to the bedroom one EARLY morning to tell me that her car wouldn't start (Vega) I rolled over and told her to take mine & I would fix hers when I got up.
I meant the pick-up.
When I heard the goat fire I sat straight up in the bed, and tried to JUMP into my clothes, while I ran hopped to the garage......too late...she had managed to get it into reverse and out of the driveway, into the street, and I screamed as I saw it lurch into 1st.
She didn't hear me, nor did she give it enough gas. I saw her in slow motion from this point, it bogged and her head went forward- I screamed "NOOOOOO!!!", but she did- she gassed it- her head that was leaning forward now flying backward and her coffee leaving the cup engulfing her face. It was answer to frantic prayer that she stalled.
Now being a newlywed man, without a great deal of understanding of woman, I made a major mistake- I ran up to the car and said" My God- are you ok?" whereas she punched me in the nose.
When she got out of the car - coffee was dripping from her hair on both sides, and the dress was ruined I knew that the real explosion was coming- but it didn't, she said only two words "damn it" as she stalked off to the house.
I gave her a ride to work without saying a word & when we got there she said "I hate your car"
She never asked to drive my car again.

Truth

I'd say that's a better story than I had ha ha

It's funny now- but had I laughed- I'd died on that spot.

Problem is after selling the 95 Tran Am going into spring the wife said she missed the car so what do I do but buy us a 97 ws6 conv. but at least its stock

No she doesn't she just gripes at me every time we're in the car together for the way I drive it

LOL!! DON'T feed her coffee !

Hambiskit, that is a good story. I can just visualize that. My bride would have preferred to have some small, sedate, sporty looking "cute" car to drive, but since we could only afford two at a time, and I needed a truck for work, she drove the hot rods, and treated them nice. She adapted fairly well. Although, one chevy had a pretty lumpy cam and needed a lot of revs to get moving smoothly, and the first time she drove it, it was sort of like your experience, she did get it down, shortly.

Since we are telling hot rod wife stories...

Not long after I transplanted a V-8 into our Vega daily driver my wife came home white as a ghost. She had made it through a 40 mph curve on a two lane road after going into it at 85. She said she did not realize how fast she was going. She also said she used ALL of the road and fortunately no one was comng the other way. She learned some respect for the car for sure...and me for her too!

Pat

On our son's 18th birthday against my wife will I bought him an 89 formua firebird. Don't ever make the same mistake I made! In 2 years he went through 3 clutches and 2 trans the last trans was the big fight; Son does all the R&R and when the trans was on the bench I seen that he miss the 4-5 shift at about 500rpm at around 110 mph. Son says no dad I don't drive like that (BS)
He went into the Army after he got out of basic trainig I guess he though he was man enough to tell me I almost had it right he was going 120mph

I am blessed; my wife grew up around hot rods. This picture is not my ride -- it's her father's ride. But you get the idea.



- Joey

Of course, she won't be able to drive The Beast; she can't see over the intake. You guys gotta think this stuff through. . . .

My wife only drove my car once..........body damage was minimal......but when we were dating, I took her for a ride in my 64 Vette..got it up to 130 and hit a bump and got a slight bit airborne.........she never said a word.....but I checked to see if she wet the seat........nope......just bent door handle trying to get out.........lol

The following story doesn't involve my wife driving, but she was there right beside me.

We used to attend a hot rod BBQ every year back when I had my 32 Ford. The last year we went, I had just finished changing it over from a basically stock 350 to a rather warm 468. This BBQ is in a pretty secluded area and when everyone was leaving they had to do a smokey burnout. There must have been about 500 people there most of which had video cameras to catch all the action. My wife was getting over a pulled muscle in her back and had to use a cane to get around all day. Well, it's time for us to go. On the way out I reached behind me and turned on the nitrous bottles just to do a purge and get everyone all pumped up, including myself. My wife kept saying, "please don't do it, remember my back is still pretty sore". Don't worry honey, I'll only do a little one, and then we'll go home. I pull onto the street, did a huge nitrous purge, and hit the line lock. The car started pushing the front tires, so I mashed the pedal and hit the magic button. Off we went, tires melting, engine bumping off the rev limiter, then the ass end went a little to the right, then a little to the left, and by the time I had enough sense to get out of it, the car had gone too far and I lost it. We spun all the way around, and ended up facing the other way. We sat there for a second, I asked her if she was ok, she just had this "look" in her eye, and I started up the car and drove home nice and easy. She did mention that her back didn't hurt anymore though.

Originally posted by pro60chevy
The following story doesn't involve my wife driving, but she was there right beside me.

We sat there for a second, I asked her if she was ok, she just had this "look" in her eye, and I started up the car and drove home nice and easy. She did mention that her back didn't hurt anymore though.

Soooo, Did ya' send her a bill fer' the therapy session? HEHEHE