Well...I was 19-20 early 80s and me and a friend went up north. We talking deliverance
country here. Squeal like a pig and all that...The friend had found a 66 Galaxie for sale so we
went and bought that, It had some issues like no working lights, , welded diff, And it was
painted with coal tar.
One tire had the cord visible so the seller offered a wheel from a Volvo Duett
So we put that on and of we went to get home before dark, After an hour of driving i noticed
smoke coming from a rear tire so we stopped and the Volvo tire was boiling,
different height and welded diff.
So we went home in my car after two Ford wheels and in town we meet two girls that wanted
to hang out with us so we thought lets fix this Ford quick and then we can....socialize or something
Went up north changed the tire fast.now it was dark so we took a wire from the battery to the lights
and got one lowbeam working. After a few miles the fanbelt gave up so we tried to stop a car and ask
if they had a spare belt. Middle of nowhere in the forrest. First car that stopped when they saw the
Galaxie the took of like a paycheck. Then a Mercedes van stopped, the guy driving was dirty, bearded,
coke bottle glasses smelled like a farm animal, 3-4 brown toths. I asked if he had a belt?....Noooo ho ho ho
do you have any rope or some thing? Yes... ho ho ho look in the back of the van ho ho ho. I opened the
side door and the lights went on and there was a dead cow laying in a through with blood. The girls saw
it
and screamed and ran in to the woods.
The cow had a nylon rope around its neck so i tried to release
the knot but no luck so i asked the laughing serial killer if he had a knife so i could cut the rope? yes ho ho ho
so he stepped out of the van went around with his knife in his hand ho ho ho. The girls had decided a dead cow
mayby wasnt that dangerous after all so they was coming back from the woods when they see the serialkiller
sneaking up behind me with a knife in his hand......Remember this was the early 80s when favourite hobby for
girls that age , was watching Friday the 13th and other horror movies at their christmastpresent VCR
They realy Squeled like pigs and run deaper in to the woods. I cut the rope gave the knife back, the serial killer
continued where ever he was going with the cow/girlfriend.
Me and the friend alomst died laughing the girls came out from the woods crying and wanted to go home NOOOOW
Noooo score for any of us
But the Galaxie had a 390 four barrel
