My wife, my daughter and I were on a walking ghost tour in the historic section of Charleston, S.C. Our tour guide asked around the group where everybody was from. We said we were from Toronto in Canada. The reply, "Y'all from Canadia? That's in the States, right?" We laughed privately to ourselves.
About 2 minutes later we were walking towards a graveyard when suddenly a drunk woman in a car goes the wrong way down a 1-way street right beside us and so has no stop sign, which she would have blown past anyway, and T-boned a nice new pickup on the cross-street. Sorry, I don't have any dumb and bizarre comments to relate about that accident, other than it was really dumb. Criminally so.
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Years later I checked. There is a "Canadia" in the U.S.
long stroke said
Sep 2, 2020
From 1978 to 1980 i owned a sweet 1955 Chevrolet Del Ray (210) club coupe. I remember this one time an elderly lady came up to me as i was sitting in my 55 and said that she remembers owning a car like mine. She said it was a 1958 Chevrolet. Could any two cars be that farther apart. Still at the time i thought it was sweet of this lady to approach me and talk to me about my 55.
Greaser said
Sep 2, 2020
My story is involving the Ontario registry in Windsor.
It was the days when everyone had to get their car registered for the new year by February (?)
Every person in Windsor was standing in line on the last day and the line was long. That summer
I had taken out the cracked 6 cylinder out of my 55 Chevy and put in a rebuilt 283 from a 63 Chev.
Standing in line I kept thinking, I better tell them I have an 8 cylinder in the car now and pay the extra fee.
The last thing I needed was the police to hassle me about replacing the motor and only paying for the six.
After what seemed like 3 hours (and probably was) I finally made it up to the counter and gave my registration to
the woman behind the desk.
At the same time I explained to her that I had changed the engine in the car,
I had taken out the 6 cylinder and replaced it with an 8 cylinder.
She looked up at me and said, "You can't do that."
I looked back at her and smuggly said "Well I did and it runs really well"
She told me to wait a minute and I see her go to speak to another woman who was obviously the boss hog of the place.
Both of them headed back towards to me and the Boss Hog woman repeats what the first woman said "you can't do that"
At this point I knew better than to be a smart ass and argue.
In those days you didn't mess with the old women in the registries....the grief they could cause
would prevent you from driving for life.
So I told them I will pay for the six cylinder registration and when I get home I will take the 8 cylinder out and
put the six cylinder back. That seemed to satisfy the both of them.
I paid the 6 cylinder registration, left the premises and vowed I would never try to
to register my car as a 8 cylinder again.
-G
long stroke said
Sep 2, 2020
Greaser wrote:
My story is involving the Ontario registry in Windsor.
It was the days when everyone had to get their car registered for the new year by February (?)
Every person in Windsor was standing in line on the last day and the line was long. That summer
I had taken out the cracked 6 cylinder out of my 55 Chevy and put in a rebuilt 283 from a 63 Chev.
Standing in line I kept thinking, I better tell them I have an 8 cylinder in the car now and pay the extra fee.
The last thing I needed was the police to hassle me about replacing the motor and only paying for the six.
After what seemed like 3 hours (and probably was) I finally made it up to the counter and gave my registration to
the woman behind the desk.
At the same time I explained to her that I had changed the engine in the car,
I had taken out the 6 cylinder and replaced it with an 8 cylinder.
She looked up at me and said, "You can't do that."
I looked back at her and smuggly said "Well I did and it runs really well"
She told me to wait a minute and I see her go to speak to another woman who was obviously the boss hog of the place.
Both of them headed back towards to me and the Boss Hog woman repeats what the first woman said "you can't do that"
At this point I knew better than to be a smart ass and argue.
In those days you didn't mess with the old women in the registries....the grief they could cause
would prevent you from driving for life.
So I told them I will pay for the six cylinder registration and when I get home I will take the 8 cylinder out and
put the six cylinder back. That seemed to satisfy the both of them.
I paid the 6 cylinder registration, left the premises and vowed I would never try to
to register my car as a 8 cylinder again.
-G
Come on.
1965CS said
Sep 3, 2020
Not so much dumb or biazrre, but quite humorous. A few years back I was parked at a car show next to a late 20's 2dr Ford owned by a older gent. This elderly woman was admiring the interior when the owner said "bet you remember some fond moments in the back seat of one those eh?" She snapped back, "I beg your pardon, it was a Chevy!"
-- Edited by 1965CS on Thursday 3rd of September 2020 10:38:05 AM
long stroke said
Sep 3, 2020
1965CS wrote:
Not so much dumb or biazrre, but quite humorous. A few years back I was parked at a car show next to a late 20's 2dr Ford owned by a older gent. This elderly woman was admiring the interior when the owner said "bet you remember some fond moments in the back seat of one those eh?" She snapped back, "I beg your pardon, it was a Chevy!"
-- Edited by 1965CS on Thursday 3rd of September 2020 10:38:05 AM
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long stroke said
Sep 3, 2020
long stroke wrote:
Greaser wrote:
My story is involving the Ontario registry in Windsor.
It was the days when everyone had to get their car registered for the new year by February (?)
Every person in Windsor was standing in line on the last day and the line was long. That summer
I had taken out the cracked 6 cylinder out of my 55 Chevy and put in a rebuilt 283 from a 63 Chev.
Standing in line I kept thinking, I better tell them I have an 8 cylinder in the car now and pay the extra fee.
The last thing I needed was the police to hassle me about replacing the motor and only paying for the six.
After what seemed like 3 hours (and probably was) I finally made it up to the counter and gave my registration to
the woman behind the desk.
At the same time I explained to her that I had changed the engine in the car,
I had taken out the 6 cylinder and replaced it with an 8 cylinder.
She looked up at me and said, "You can't do that."
I looked back at her and smuggly said "Well I did and it runs really well"
She told me to wait a minute and I see her go to speak to another woman who was obviously the boss hog of the place.
Both of them headed back towards to me and the Boss Hog woman repeats what the first woman said "you can't do that"
At this point I knew better than to be a smart ass and argue.
In those days you didn't mess with the old women in the registries....the grief they could cause
would prevent you from driving for life.
So I told them I will pay for the six cylinder registration and when I get home I will take the 8 cylinder out and
put the six cylinder back. That seemed to satisfy the both of them.
I paid the 6 cylinder registration, left the premises and vowed I would never try to
to register my car as a 8 cylinder again.
-G
Come on.
Women, they do have some kind of mystical power over us at times. Ok, most of the time............. well ok, i stand to be corrected. ALL OF THE TIME.
My wife, my daughter and I were on a walking ghost tour in the historic section of Charleston, S.C. Our tour guide asked around the group where everybody was from. We said we were from Toronto in Canada. The reply, "Y'all from Canadia? That's in the States, right?"
We laughed privately to ourselves.
About 2 minutes later we were walking towards a graveyard when suddenly a drunk woman in a car goes the wrong way down a 1-way street right beside us and so has no stop sign, which she would have blown past anyway, and T-boned a nice new pickup on the cross-street. Sorry, I don't have any dumb and bizarre comments to relate about that accident, other than it was really dumb. Criminally so.
.
.
.
Years later I checked. There is a "Canadia" in the U.S.
From 1978 to 1980 i owned a sweet 1955 Chevrolet Del Ray (210) club coupe. I remember this one time an elderly lady came up to me as i was sitting in my 55 and said that she remembers owning a car like mine. She said it was a 1958 Chevrolet. Could any two cars be that farther apart. Still at the time i thought it was sweet of this lady to approach me and talk to me about my 55.
My story is involving the Ontario registry in Windsor.
It was the days when everyone had to get their car registered for the new year by February (?)
Every person in Windsor was standing in line on the last day and the line was long. That summer
I had taken out the cracked 6 cylinder out of my 55 Chevy and put in a rebuilt 283 from a 63 Chev.
Standing in line I kept thinking, I better tell them I have an 8 cylinder in the car now and pay the extra fee.
The last thing I needed was the police to hassle me about replacing the motor and only paying for the six.
After what seemed like 3 hours (and probably was) I finally made it up to the counter and gave my registration to
the woman behind the desk.
At the same time I explained to her that I had changed the engine in the car,
I had taken out the 6 cylinder and replaced it with an 8 cylinder.
She looked up at me and said, "You can't do that."
I looked back at her and smuggly said "Well I did and it runs really well"
She told me to wait a minute and I see her go to speak to another woman who was obviously the boss hog of the place.
Both of them headed back towards to me and the Boss Hog woman repeats what the first woman said "you can't do that"
At this point I knew better than to be a smart ass and argue.
In those days you didn't mess with the old women in the registries....the grief they could cause
would prevent you from driving for life.
So I told them I will pay for the six cylinder registration and when I get home I will take the 8 cylinder out and
put the six cylinder back. That seemed to satisfy the both of them.
I paid the 6 cylinder registration, left the premises and vowed I would never try to
to register my car as a 8 cylinder again.
-G
Come on.
Not so much dumb or biazrre, but quite humorous. A few years back I was parked at a car show next to a late 20's 2dr Ford owned by a older gent. This elderly woman was admiring the interior when the owner said "bet you remember some fond moments in the back seat of one those eh?" She snapped back, "I beg your pardon, it was a Chevy!"
-- Edited by 1965CS on Thursday 3rd of September 2020 10:38:05 AM
Women, they do have some kind of mystical power over us at times. Ok, most of the time............. well ok, i stand to be corrected. ALL OF THE TIME.