lurker76 said:
Back in '78 my wife and I were looking at buying a lot in Ft. Bend near the Brazos river that had been1500 acres of cattle ranch and was being subdivided into 5+ acre tracts. The area near the river was nicely wooded and had roads cut through for the hands to chase after cattle that were back in there. We drove down in our Camaro and parked near the river bank on one of the roads. As we were walking along the road looking at the trees and underbrush, a few hogs came out of the woods. She had an uncle that always claimed he'd been treed by hogs out near Cuero when he was young, so she was very skittish and wanted to go back to the car. As she approached the car, with the windows down, about 10 feet short of it I started to stamp my feet and yelled "here they come!" I've never, and I mean ever, saw her move so fast. About 4 feet from the car she literally dove through the open window head first. As she looked to make sure I was safe, she figured out pretty quick I was BS'ing her because I was rolling on the ground laughing. Man, was she PO'd at me. And yes, after 51+ years, she is still married to me, and not quite so mad. We're laughing about it right now, so thanks for posting this and helping us remember a good time.
The ole 'let's take wife/GF in the Camaro down by the river bank" play. Smooth move, playa. 1978. Please tell me you had a handlebar moustache, boots and some kinda silk or polyester shirt.
Also, what music selection? I'm thinking you had some Bob Seger playing
(you know I'm just messin' with ya. I miss the 70s).