I was in the same jam dating a girl named Dorothy who had two other boyfriends. New Years Eve 1964 I was supposed to go out with her.... she stood me up along with BF #2 and went out with Butch. BF#2 and I made a point showing how pissed we were by dragging my '57 Olds 88 down her street at 11PM at 80 MPH several times.
A block down there was a cop picking up his partner in his shiny new '65 Ambassador. They pulled me over, I could barely stand much less drive, and they escorted me home to my house and released me to the company of my mother. Dad never found out. My Mom was a saint!
