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They say you never forget your first love. Well...my first love was a car. I loved this movie. In high school, I had a job just long enough to purchase a 1966 327 cubic-inch Chevy Nova muscle car.



My best friend and I spent all summer tearing it down and modifying almost every part of it. My mother was furious when she saw that we had stripped the interior out of it. That was one fast p...y magnet and earned me enough street racing to party my ass off all through high school.



That is why I have never watched any of the Fast and Furious movies or any of the Street racing reality shows. When you do it why watch it? I prefer sports car racing these days.



That is why I hate my first wife. She has known me since kindergarten and it was she who put me on the road to ruin. One night she was putting the moves on me, out by the lake one moonlit night, having her way with me ya see.



Suddenly the night lit up bright as day in the spotlight of Lake Ranger Bob's Bronco. As she slid off me to lay on the bench seat she giggled. I blame it all on that tight little body. As she covered up she whispered, 'Don't run, Baby.' and giggled with that evil little girl grin that she still has.



And that is how I ended up banished to my grandparent's house at 939 Pecan St., Ponca City, Oklahoma for eluding the police. The Lake Ranger simply wrote down my tag number. Called Oklahoma City Police, who looked up my address. I dropped off the bane of my life and was arrested the minute I got home.



I am telling ya'll that it is women in your life that ruin it. I know the only reason she is talking to me is my new ride. Just to prove it is the women that are the curse...it was our daughter, the traitor, who told her about it.