My dad told me an excellent and most uncharacteristic story about my grandfather while reminiscing about the ’65 Ford Fairlane featured in yesterday’s post.
I couldn’t fit it in yesterday so I’m giving it its own post today.
This is my dad, now, talking about how my grandfather broke in his new car:
He was stopped going up the Taconic Parkway on the way to Troy going 80 mph in a 55 mph zone when [the car] was brand new.
In a ploy VERY unusual for Drawing Boy, he talked his way out of a ticket by saying his owner’s manual said he should give it occasional “high-speed spurts” to break it in.
The officer let him go if he promised not to spurt any more in his area!
This sounds like the plot of “Hot Rod Lincoln” in reverse, except the papa didn’t have to call the son to throw his bail.
If any of you try the “spurt excuse,” let me know if it still works.
And while we’re at it, here’s the only picture I could find of the ’65 Fairlane. Not particularly good, I’m afraid.