Car Story #1: Pinto on Fire

I love car stories.

I decided to include some car stories on my blog because I find them humorous. Since only about 8 people read my blog at any given time, I mostly write for myself anyhow.

So here is car story number one.

I once dated (like 20 some odd years ago) this guy named Joe. I still know Joe, and he's still one of my favorite people. I adore his wife even more, so I don't think either of them will mind if I tell this story. I also don't think they are two of the eight who read my blog.

Anyway, we were about 19 years old and Joe was taking me on a date in his green (if I remember correctly) 2 door Pinto. Joe likes cars and he liked to buy all these different parts for cars and fix cars up. So Joe decided that on the way to our date he wanted to stop by this place (read: car junk yard) where you can get inexpensive car parts (read: dirt cheap).

At this point in the story you should know that the passenger handle (on the inside of the car) didn't work. If Joe wanted to let me in his car, he HAD to open the door for me from the outside.

So we go to the car junk yard and park right outside. Joe goes in, gets the part he wants, and comes out in a timely manner. Joe opens the hood of the car. Joe starts car. Joe fiddles with car.

Engine catches on fire. Flames leap into the air.

I'm watching this all from the passenger seat.

"Fire!" I yell. (duh)

"Get out of the car!" Joe yells.

"I can't!" I yell. I yank on broken handle.

At this point in the story you should know that Joe worked for Baskin Robbins Ice Cream.
Joe runs to the trunk, grabs his Baskin Robbins uniform and proceeds to beat the heck out of the flames with his uniform.

Uniform burning!

Finally, Joe realizes I should probably be let out of the car. I am set free. Joe beats on flames with his uniform some more. Flames are out. Uniform is burned.

I think Joe made some comment about knowing how to show a girl a good time.