Fringe benefits of having a hot car....

In 1974 my first car was a yellow 1971 six cyl. Gremlin. While cruising the local loop in downtown Greenville on a Friday night I managed to get beside a brand new 1974 Gremlin, also yellow. Gal with long red hair in it was a few years older than I (I think she said 22, I was 17).
"I like your car." She said "Like yours too." I suggested, "Meet me behind the court house. We'll do the loop in mine, then in yours."
After parking and talking a while, off to her place, a tiny travel trailer in a trailer park, to drink some Strawberry Hill. I never liked the stuff but... when in Rome.
Out to Whirlwinds for breakfast the next morning, then back to her place until sometime mid day Saturday.
I saw her in town only twice afterwards. Just a smile and wave between us. Then she vanished, trailer and all. I heard she had moved to Spartanburg. I also heard she had a brown belt in karate. That explains the Bruce Lee posters on the ceiling above where the table turned into a bed.
Anyway... No hot car required.