Is there a pattern here???
OK.. here goes my story. Before I start... I don't want to hear anything about women's lib or woman can't drive or anything like that. Don't want to hijack this thread.
OK.. there's nothing too exciting about buying my car. First time I saw a GN was in the mall parking lot. I knew somewhat about them, but didn't know the specifics. Sure enough I asked the driver who parked ALL the way at the end of the lot about his car. Chip, rear, times, etc. I was probably 15 or 16 at the time.
My first car was a late 70s LeMans. I loved that car. It had a V8, but nothing spectacular, just a nice rumble. So, I had that car for a few years. When I was 18 years old I had a bad accident with that car. That accident was caused by a woman stopping on the highway for a dog. Well, I needed another car anyways because my g/f needed a car.(I put the Pontiac back together and let her drive that) So, I started looking for cars. The GN was on my list. Sure enough I went to look at one and bought it after the test drive. Didn't really get into it on the test drive.
Fast forward a bit. Girlfriend has had her driver's license for 6 months or so and was really doing well with her work, school and everything else. (That's another long story). So, one Friday afternoon I suggested she take the GN out, go pick up her best friend and have a 'girls day out'. Well, when she came home at 4pm she had some bad news for me. She wrecked the GN. Front bumper, passengers side door, underside. She beached it on a wood pile after she lost control.
So, the car had to be 'mended'. Fast forward, several months later. Different girl I was trying to date. Well, we were leaving after one of our first 'dates'. Our cars were parked next to each other. As I was pulling straight out of my parking space she backs into my car. Driver's side door and fender. Once again, the car had to be mended. Heck of a way to get a phone number.
Who's keeping count of how many times I've had a wrecked with or by a woman??
Fast forward. Several years later. The nationals in Columbus, Ohio. I needed to run to the store before the track opened up so I left my hotel and no further then 1/2 mile from the hotel, I was going thru an intersection; broad daylight, doing the speed limit, and a woman pulls out in front of me from the opposite direction at the last second. Front clip, passengers side fender, slight damage to the hood.
I've thoroughly enjoyed this GN and it sits in storage waiting for me to come back from Germany. But I swear it's the most cursed automobile I've ever driven when it comes to women.
Sorry for the long story... but it's the best I could do.
