Because I always lusted after the Trans Am and 81 was the last year for this body style...I traded the Grand Prix for this baby. Burgundy with T-tops.....I was still a speed demon, but since I had gone back to hospital work, and was not on the road all the time, my speeding tickets had significantly decreased.
I hadn't out run the MHP any more either. I had learned my lesson, although I had been tempted.
Now I'm not in any way advocating outrunning the cops, but I will advise you of this one thing, you must not hesitate, you must be prepared to put it in the wind the minute you see them. If you hesitate you are a goner.......and remember you can't outrun the radio.....oh let me hush.
I hope David (an ex-policeman) never reads this blog. We have only been married for 14 years and we don't talk about nor do we know anything about each others wild young days.
This car was a lot of fun to drive and when I kicked it down it felt like it would just hunker (a southern word) down and grab the road. It took the curves and anything I put it through. One of my favorite things to do was to get together with some of my BFFs to go over to another small town at night and sport around, pull up to guys and act all bad. Then when they pulled up next to me ready to whup my butt, it was fun to see the look on their faces when they realized that it was a girl who was harassing them.
If I was on the 4 lane and you pulled around to pass me, I would wait to you were just up next to me and speed up, not floor it, but just gradually speed up, and I would never look over at you. Never. If you wanted to pass me, you had to be prepared to suffer, sometimes I would let you in, but sometimes I just couldn't do it. I rarely backed down. I was fearless and stupid.
I loved to take the T tops out in the winter, turn the heat on high, hunker down in the seat and blow down the highway....especially on a starry night....or when it was lightly snowing.
Oh and one other thing, one time David was talking trash about my driving......you know----I couldn't drive blah blah blah. And one of my old running buddies spoke up and said, "well she sure could drive a Trans Am at one time."
David asked me later what he meant by that and I said...."oh nothing."