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I dare say quite a few of us Americans have had love lives affected for good or ill by our automotive choices along the way.
In my own case as an easily identifiable high school geek, rather than try harder to fit in, I did the opposite. Dived deep into high performance car matters, and even rebuilt my largely average Mustang Mach 1 into something of a road warrior monstrosity. In the 1970s a zero chrome, all-blacked out car with a front air dam scraping the ground was in no way considered cool or trendy in my rural hometown. Quite the opposite. People tended to think something was wrong with you for doing such a thing. And spying the interior roll cage merely helped reinforce their suspicions. But that was fine with me. I only had eyes for a certain cheerleader, who seemed forever out of my reach anyway. Much of the rest of my life was pretty brutal and violent then. So I developed an interest in fast cars, and how to make my own into one of the best around. I didn't realize that those modifications themselves would open up new opportunities for me, in adventures of all sorts. Including with the ladies. Thirty-something years after the events (and hopefully well beyond the expiry dates of any possible legal liabilities) I decided to put together some accounts of those days and that car on the internet. The full list of what's currently available can be seen in The Shadowfast supercar driver logs. But on this page is listed only the more romantic tales of the collection. I hope you enjoy them!
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