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reminds me of growing up and we (5 of us cousins) "hotwired" my cousins G500/manual when he was grounded and dad took the keys. That was the first time he didn't woop our ar$e's when we got back. Guessing cuz he was surprised (maybe a little proud) that we figured out how to do it.First car I ever drove was a 1966 Galaxie 500. White two door red interior 351 V8 Cruise-o-matic Trans. It was the family "extra car".
Then there's my friend Tony's infamous story of when he and his brother took their dad's '72 Corvette convertible for a drive when they were teenagers. All was fine until they saw their dad in the '75 Grand Prix coming toward them on his way home from work. They drove it until it ran out of gas. Didn't come home for three days. And still got their asses whooped."hotwired" my cousins G500/manual