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From a Lil' Ol' Lady (contīd)
The Death of The T-Bird!
The T-Bird was wired to the hilt. It had every option you could stuff into a car at the time. Power everything!!
It made me feel like a secret agent. I remember having a date with this girl once. She thought I was 18, I was 16(and a half!) at the time and knew that the fact that I had a car like that was the convincer. But I knew the car was spooked, and there was no telling what it might do on a night out.
I remember picking her up at her house, and practically her whole family came out to see me in this car. It was a gorgeous Long Island June evening, so I decided I would impress them by putting
the top down. Well any of you out there that have ever had one of these know how wild this is. With a press of a button, first thereīs a whirring noise, then trunklid begins to rise, BACKWARD!!!, next a small
section of the body behind the rear seat deck begins to flip up the other way, once they are both completely vertical, then the top begins to go back and down into the trunk compartment; when thatīs done now the
little body panel that went up before comes back down, followed by the trunk lid which proceeds to screw itself down into final position...........all done!!! That takes about a half an hour on a good night
(only kidding, about a minute....minute and a half) but tonight....with all the lights on and the doors open, this car looked like an alien spacecraft landing.........everything got slower and slower, the lights
began to dim, the car started to sputter.......Jill began to wonder what the hell was going on, and I began to curse Fords under my breath. After a bit of time we were ready to go, I
had a MEMORABLE night in that car, but when ever Iīd get in it, it was a new adventure.
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