I was dating a girl. We were both young. I took her down to watch the moon and the Chattahoochee River. We were laying on the hood of my 81 Capris. Used the windshield as a head rest. She started to get cold. So I went and found a heavy rock. Turned on the car, turned on the emergency brake for safety purposes lol. Put it in neutral, and put that rock on the gas petal so it’d redline… petal to the floor. In 2 minutes the engine got hot enough that it warmed up the hood and warmed up her. We laid there watching the river and moon until it hit 1/4 tank. Didn’t wanna get stranded because I ran out of gas so I took her home. Walked her to her door, gave her a kiss, and made sure she got in safely. Barely made it to a gas station. If I’d have given it 5 more minutes I’d have been stranded with my thumb out to passing by cars for gas. But it all worked out and no matter what, she got home safe. That’s what mattered.
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