My boy racer car of choice was a MkII Zephyr that I had stripped the paint off, masked off, primered grey and never quite got around to painting for a couple of years.
Could easily fit six people in it, seven without too much of a squeeze, with plenty of beer and the obligatory 5oz glass (feed yer backs, feed yer backs....!).
Friday & Saturday nights cruising around town parking in the centre-plots, looking for parties (yeah...umm...Matt invited me....).
Sunday cruises in the country drinking increasingly warm beers (no chilly bins then), driving up to the back doors of pubs to get more supplies.
Home-made compilation tapes of ACDC, Sex Pistols, J Geils (My Angel Is A Centerfold)................
Any chick that got lured in got hit on by everyone until one by one the contenders were whittled down and the rest just got drunk (feigned interest in their conversation, concern about their shitty home situation/friends, some blokes could get away with filthy jokes & some couldn't).
Aaaaaahhhh good days, good days.......................
...she took the KT, and left me the Buell to ride....(Blues Brothers)
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