I remember once a beautiful young girl who oddly enough worked in the back of a printshop when I first started learning press. She could've been a movie star, that type of package. Everybody was always trying to hook that, she drove a rare '71 Boss 351 'Stang that once talking to her about she wanted me to work on the clutch, the linkage was messed up. I worked on it and during that time became enamored of how well the engine ran. She never blasted it out but the day I gave car back I was putting it through the paces and actually almost abusing it but the clutch stayed put and worked fine after that. Boy the burnouts were movie quality as well, I felt like Steve McQ on the 'Bullitt' set. She commented on how the car never got driven like that by her and I told her she needed to at least once in a while. 'Treat it like your ex-boyfriend' I think I may have said. Everybody at work was sure I had done other things as well but not me, I was too shy. Besides that I liked the car better. Women were always something of a problem for me back then.