Ch. 42 Larry and the Sports Car
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| One way to enjoy the view |
As promised, I’m picking up where I left off on chapter 41. The chapter was getting too long and there was plenty of daylight left in the day! I left you at the restaurant in Auburn before we even looked at the menu. And I got the word from Larry outside, the trip in the Classic Italian Sports Car was better than sex. I hope he only means sex with his wife. Or, that could be sad if he meant us! 😢 Nah, we’re hot, hot, hot! Ha!
AT THE RESTAURANT IN AUBURN, CA
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| Having breakfast at Edelweiss Restaurant |
Now that I’m allowed to talk again, I’ve got some news for him. However, watching him being orgasmic over the sports car experience, was priceless! Kind of reminded me of me, when my Dad first brought the car home; I was around 9 years old. Although my deep appreciation really grew after I became a teenager. I wanted to be taught to drive the car, but I had to wait until Dad thought I was going behave myself behind the wheel. However, he was more concerned that I might use the car to lord it over my friends, such as, look at what I have, and you don’t! Dad was a very smart and kind man. But I did learn how to use a stick shift and got to drive it with Dad in shotgun. I love that sound as much as Larry back then, it’s still a great sound going down the road. Well, my Babe is going to shit a powerful brick when I toss him the keys after Breakfast. God, I hope he doesn’t climb over the table and plant a kiss on me! Although it does sound exciting; we may never be allowed to go back there again due to embarrassment for everyone! Or maybe that’s all in my head, and he’ll just take the keys because he thinks I’m too tired to drive! Well, it could be a scenario! Yeah, in a black hole maybe! He’ll just freak I bet! Do you notice how much shit goes through my head at any given moment? I should see a therapist! 😝
Focus Marcus, focus! So, at the table and now open menus, with about 44 omelettes offered, I’m serious about that; I tell him, these are giant omelettes, if you’re not very hungry, consider a half omelette. If you can remember back to our trip to the Coast, we brought a big box of bacon 🥓 with us and ate it all! So, my Babe has an omelette choice, second only to how much bacon can be consumed on the premises! Ha ha.
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| Super-Sized Omelettes here |
He went for the full-size bacon omelette, and double rashers of bacon on the side. You should have seen his eyes, when his order took over part of my side of the table! I think I saw little bacon reflections in his shiny and watering blue eyes! Now that was one happy looking man! I settled for a half veggie omelette myself, just to see how much shit he was going to give me! I did, I really did, just for that effect too! Of course, I love veggies anyway, and order this kind of omelette often. I really don’t like bacon inside an omelette, it gets fucking soggy, who the fuck likes soggy bacon? Whoops, I know, I know that one! Ha ha, I kill me sometimes!
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| You know he loves bacon, right? |
I’d love to tell you I was wrong; he could handle his whole order; Marcus doesn’t know shit! Well, I do know shit! He hardly made a dent into the omelette, hash browns, biscuits and gravy, however, all the fucken bacon 🥓 disappeared! Well, that was a given, and come on a Babe, you dug out some soggy bacon from inside the omelette too! Gross! So, can you guess who’s taking a styrofoam food box home with him? I tried to talk him out of it, I don’t want my car to smell of stale food tomorrow! You know I do baby the car!
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| Ding Ding Ding |
However, I did cut to the end of the meal, before I told you what I wanted to tell him at breakfast. While we were having our coffee and waiting on the food, I told him that the wives came through on our combined vacation this August. “Did your wife talk about it with you yet?” “Nope, nothing!” “I kind of thought that might be the case.” So, I told him that while I was in my office a day or two ago, I overheard the two of them talking on the phone about the place they chose and made a deposit on. The wives are taking complete charge of this vacation, since they feel our trip to the Coast would have been a bust without their help. I said, “They might be right.” “Bullshit!” came from my Babe, “We did awesome all by ourselves!” I said, “Yeah, we had a blast, didn’t really need anything, huh?” But I’m not going to get into a situation with him over this, the girls made our trip smooth, we handled the food, they made sure we had toilet paper, and a whole lot of other comfy stuff for us. Not important to bring up now. I’m okay with them doing the hard work here! So, I ask him, “do you want to know where we’re going?” “Sure!” “They found a big house on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe for us!” “Awesome!” “You know what that means for us, right?” “Yes, we are going to spend a lot of money at the Tables?” “Um, ah, and what do the wives like to do more than anything else?” “Play the Slots?” “Um huh, and what does than mean for us? And don’t say spend money!” “Oh, oh yeah, wow, we get time!” “Um huh, ha ha ha, now do you think the wives did a good job on our vacation choice?” “Marcus, look down at my crotch and you tell me what I think!” “Ha ha, how do you expect to get that out of here unnoticed?” “Don’t spoil my fun, you old fart!” “Oh no, spoiled fun is not in my head at all! I’ve got big plans for us back home!”
I still don’t know everything yet, but from what I overheard, the house is big, we won’t be on top of each other, well, poor choice of words! Better choice, there will be privacy so we can be on top of each other! Ha ha, and I came this morning too and I’m still horny! I blame him! He makes me horny, thank God! Okay, I jest constantly, I blame him!
PERFECTLY GOOD REASON TO GO TO RENO
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| One reason to get away to Reno |
We talked, well guessed mostly as to what the house will be like, but from the little I picked up, they want the place to be a surprise for us, so we need to watch what we say around them. Maybe my wife purposely talked close to my office to let me hear and spread the gossip? But I know it’s private, on the lake with beach access, not sure if there’s a pool. But it’s not unheard of to have an indoor pool in big homes that spend Winter in the snow. I’m just thinking! I do know we will have two weeks together, and I’m sure the girls will want to shop, hit the Casinos, and at night we will catch some shows too. Maybe Larry and I could get away to visit Reno, there’s the 'National Automobile Museum', the old 'Harrah Collection' well worth visiting there. And some alone time for us too. The girls won’t want to go, but if they do, we will be gracious about why they shouldn’t go! God, I’m nasty!
Larry was mostly quiet listening and certainly was getting into what I was telling him. But there’s not much we can do about the trip since they want to be in charge; that’s at least one thing we both are okay with, we’ll be doing the driving, and luggage handling. Just hoping we find some time together. There’s going to be time together whenever the girls shop or hit the Casinos, however, I told him we can’t totally keep away from them. We will need to spend spouse time, and friends time, or we will be explaining our Bro time to them!
At this point, there’s not much we can do or say about the trip. But he did bring up one thing at the table this morning, what did my father do for a living that he could afford that car. Neither one of us have spent much time in the last eight years talking about our parents. I know why he doesn’t, and I won’t bring it up unless he talks about it first. There’s a lot of pain there for him.
I told him before I was born, my Dad and Mom were mostly ‘free-wheeling hippies’ when they were young lovers. However, before my parents moved on to become business partners, in their mid to late 30’s, my Dad was a very successful musician. He became a teenager in the mid 1950’s and by the 1960’s made quite a good living playing early ‘Rock ‘n Roll music’ in what we would call ‘cover bands’ today. Eventually he led his band to record deals. I learned later, that the car came as part of a recording contract deal in 1971, that his manager worked out. Eventually though, he tired of traveling and my Mom’s constant nagging about him being gone all the time. Mom was raising my sister and me by herself, for way too long, and it came down for him to chose what he wanted more. He chose us and he gave up his music career for family life and we got our Daddy back for good.
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| Tenor Sax |
Larry asked me about what instrument my Dad played. I told him what he didn’t play was a shorter list. Brass, he refused to destroy his lip that way, because he loved reed instruments, Saxophone, Clarinets , he also played Piano and Organ, and percussion instruments. He arranged all the music for his band, and sometimes sang, but most of the time he was up front on the Tenor Sax. He started with Violin as a young teen, but Rock ‘n Roll was new and it was what the kids wanted to hear, including him too. My Grandfather, his Dad was a musician in the 30’s and 40’s played in Swing Bands, so I come from a musical family.
I loved the Entertainment World my parents came from, but I’m not a natural talent, like my Dad was though. I had precious little time with my daddy as a child, he was always on the road, after he changed careers, I saw that an education and business was a viable direction for me too, so here I am. I did okay for myself, and now I’m with you Babe and it’s um, great! But when we are apart, I miss you so much, kind of reminds me of missing my daddy as a kid, but when he came home it was awesome, just like with you! My Babe listened to my every word, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes he looked like he was living my story with me. We didn’t exchange words, just emotions, exactly what we both needed today. And now that we are done with Breakfast made our pit stop to go pee, one at a time, ha ha, but it’s a small and smelly toilet anyway. I went first and then I waited for him to come back while seated at the table. I was planning on tossing him the car keys but rethought it out and placed the keys on his side of the table instead.
THE GIFT THAT GIVES BACK
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| More than an Omelette-to-Go here |
When Larry came back to the table and said I didn’t lie about the smell in there, about 150 years of guy pee smell, I’m sorry Restaurant guys, buy some odor killer stuff huh? He looked down at his packaged to go breakfast with keys on top of the box, and he said, “What?! Are you letting me drive the car back home?” I said, “no, I’m letting you drive the car the long way home!” He almost yelled out a Yahoo! At least I bet he wanted to! My poor guy got choked up and had to sit down for a minute or two to get it together. “Really, you’ll let me drive it huh?” So, before I answered, maybe there’s a trade inherent here, maybe I’ll get him to agree to let me pilot his beautiful boat one day instead of being just a passenger. So, I said, “you bet Babe, I know you’ll treat it like the lady she is, and maybe you’ll let me be Captain on your boat sometime.” He said, “shit, is that all you want, I was ready to pay you to let me drive it!” I said, “no you weren’t thinking that”, and he said, “you know you’re not the only one here who tries to be funny!” And then he said almost too loud, “I want to fucken kiss you so bad right now!” I told him, “oh you will, and a lot more soon enough!” Time to leave the restaurant after paying the bill at the front counter near the door. He threw caution to the wind and we walked out the door to my car with his arm around my neck. And now the people left in the restaurant will see him get into the sexy sports car and drive off into the ‘Sunset,’ metaphorically speaking, it’s only around noon! I don’t think I’ve seen him smile this big, and Babe somehow you stood a lot taller walking around to the drivers side too, maybe it was your proud chest puffed up making you look so tall! You are funny Babe!
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| What short temper! |
So, I asked him if he’d want me to teach him anything about operating the car. He told me on the way up here he memorized everything I did, including shifting, not a problem! Yeah, the man who never reads the fucking directions is willing to get some from me! Well, the first few hundred feet, maybe a refresher course on driving a classic sports car, wouldn’t have hurt, a couple of whiplashes later, we were on our way. At least he didn’t stall the car! (You must know my ass is grass after he reads this! 😜)
DRIVING THE LONG WAY HOME TODAY
I suggested a long way back that let him drive both country and freeway and give the car some road time too. We headed West on Highway 80 to the New Castle offramp and drove the old Highway 40 route well passed were we would have turned, and then got down to Roseville before heading back to Rocklin and then Granite Bay. I’ve travelled these roads for years so, there’s nothing new to really see, except passengers tend to see more than drivers. However, I’ve got my eye on something else right now, and he’s sitting very close to my left side.
I’ve watched him be Captain of his beautiful boat quite a few times since I’ve known him, I know that look, that Larry. Right now, I’m seeing a whole new look, a whole new Larry, oh, he’s just as gorgeous as ever, but he’s really in tune with what he’s doing, and what he’s doing it with.
I might have been a little concerned, yeah, a lot of concern about how he might drive the car. I’ve sat shotgun many times in his King Ranch Truck and watched how he’d pass on the right when some slowpoke refused to get out of the fast lane on the freeway, verbalizing what they could do with their fucking asses; sorry Babe, it ran through my mind before I decided to hand the keys over to you. I was wrong, you rocked!
I watched you downshift instead of always breaking, knowing exactly when to change gears like a ‘Laguna Seca’ Pro! Maybe you could teach me to get the best out of her too! After all, I’m her caretaker, always afraid to push it to her limits. Well, let’s keep limits out of the equation huh, she’s 48 years old and we need to respect the lady’s age.
I’m not sure my own kid would fall in love with an old classic car as Larry is doing right now. My son never grew up knowing his Grandfather's car, he never had a chance like I was given as a kid. I didn’t have possession of this beauty until, yeah, um, until it became Dad’s final gift to me.
I SAID I WASN'T GOING TO DO THIS, OH WELL
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| The Classic Italian Sports Car, in person |
I know I promised to be sure the car would never leave our family, that it’s to be cared for and loved like no other car, and not just for it’s value. And now I’m looking at someone who could do that without question, without batting an eyelash. And right now, my Babe is my family, the brother I never had, who would follow my Dads wishes to the letter 'T'. Dad would have loved Larry, he never got to meet him, I just know he would; but as my lover, I don’t know. Dad believed in marriage, the traditional kind, and grandchildren. Too bad he never got to see his great grandson, maybe he has?
I’m sorry, sometimes my mind follows it’s own direction; and when I’m typing it’s all I can think about, so, it gets written down. I guess by now you are familiar with that and think there’s goes Marcus off on a tangent again! Well if you ever got to meet me in person, I’m not any different, you’d recognize me in a second, there’s old motormouth himself! Ha, these two chapters brought up great memories of my Dad and me as a kid. I’ve never written anything about these memories ever, and now I’m sharing them with you and my Babe. I was sad for a while, but now I’m over that and focused on the man I love and want to be with forever. I’m not going to be sad again today! Maybe.
So now that you have been bored to tears with so much trivia, about my family and other stuff. And, if you are still reading, there’s some horny shit coming up quickly! See, I’m over being sad now! And, I got to see Larry having a blast and then to fall in love with the car too! I don’t think she’ll be sitting covered in my garage alone much any longer. Larry treated her as a proper lady, I think she liked his ass in the drivers seat. I’m just saying, I hope she still likes my ass too!
FINALLY, BACK TO IMPORTANT BUSINESS AT MY POOL
I remember, I’m pretty sure I do, the last time we had alone together time in my backyard was spent on my covered swing. Today I want our time to be in the pool, before it gets over 100° again, and I want his beautiful hairy ass too! [Sorry Babe, I said beautiful again, you’re going to have to cut me some slack on that occasionally, okay? I calls them as I sees them! Ha! I love you, remember?]
We just dropped our clothes on my office-deck, per usual, so we could dive in together from there. It’s early enough to get some laps in before, you know what, huh? If you don’t know, go back to the beginning and read a few chapters; you must have missed something about us. Ha ha! Horny? Damn right! Always, he’s like opening the best present on Christmas morning for me! I’ve often wondered which one of us was the horniest, at the beginning, no contest, I won back then, but now, I sometimes wonder, maybe he’s the one! Yay! How can I lose with that?!
IN SYNC SWIMMING WAS FUN FOR ME
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| It doesn't always have to be a race to have fun |
We did swim side by side today, and I finally got through to him that sometimes you don’t have to be racing to have fun. Our swimming was in total sync, right from our dive into the deep end, and I bet if I could have seen us from above, it would have looked cool! On every breath stroke he was right there doing the same, however, I only got to see the back of his head, but it was his curly blonde head, good enough!
Well, my agenda included not getting exhausted in the pool and having no energy to fuck, whoops, I mean make love! 💕 You know there is a difference, huh? I signaled him to stop our laps at the shallow end with the steps into the pool. I asked him to sit with me on the steps, maybe soak up some sun. But I really wanted to sit and small talk with him about today. Maybe stir in some horniness with it too. Well, we are still in sync, he was open for that too. I figured he’d have more to say than me, because of his experience behind the wheel today.
If you don’t mind guys, use your imagination right now; you know what we’ve been talking about all day, mix in some gentle kisses, whisper in the ear tender words of affection, your choice here too. And then some slipping back into the water for full body hugs, and you’ve got the next part of our afternoon. That’s the recipe, writing about it is fucking difficult with only one finger of one hand on the keyboard! Ha!
However, I will tell you after both of our cocks reached rock hard attention, his rocket and my flagpole, we swam to the famous underwater seat for some dick action. You know, I might be too old for this, but I still get a big kick out of watching his dick grow and grow until it hits his hairy belly! There is a moment when his dick looks like my flagpole pointer, but not for long if he gets a solid erection. Now I want to know what it feels like to have a dick like his too! (My Babe told me, I’m probably better off with my stick out dick, he thinks I have more flexibility with mine than he has with his. I guess it’s watch out for what you might wish for, huh?)
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| I can't wait for this today! |
My dicks been waiting for his ass since this morning (see Chapter 41), and he knows it too! He wants it as bad as I want to give it to him. This morning it was all about me delivering days of my cum waiting on my Babe, and then feeling his rock-hard dick in my ass. Wow, I don’t know what I liked better, both, I liked both! My dick wants inside him very soon now, and I hope I can give him what he gave me earlier. We are getting good at bottoming for each other now; topping is what we married guys do, although, we are both getting better than ever now at that too. I really don’t know what I like better! But why should I pick? Both include him, one way or the other, in him or in me, how do I lose? I don’t, he doesn’t either! I’m so glad we both feel this way. How sad if I could only top or bottom, I mean I love him inside me a lot! How sad if he couldn’t say that about me because I only bottomed for him. Well, I guess I’ve told you that enough times by now, but forgive us, newbies here! It’s still fun, it’s still exciting, and it’s still at the learning stage. I hope we stay here at that stage for a very long-time time too! I hope it never gets boring!
NAKED HUGS IN THE POOL
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| Naked pool hugs a regular feature now |
Before I got down to business, 😘 I just wanted to hug him again, of course we are still naked in the pool, and the best things about our hugs now, there’s a lot of crotch contact, with or without clothes too! Lately, most of our naked time together has our cocks looking ready for action, it won’t take much to get them rock hard. And, really for two guys who have spent so much time worrying about how their growers look, haven’t had much to worry about that, anymore. That’s the best fucking part of being naked together, and when we’ve exhausted ourselves and our dicks shrink down, I couldn’t be more okay with that now, and I think I speak for Larry too.
As much as I want to be inside him, I want some of him first, fact is I’m about down a half pint of Babe juice, and I’m going to do something about that first. I asked him if he feels comfortable about floating while I take over his dick for a while, if not he can hold on to the pool edge. “No Babe, I’m okay floating with you now.” I told him he could choose where he put his legs, either around my middle or over my shoulders, either way, I’ll get good access to my target area! He said, “how about I try both and see how it goes.” Guys see how comfortable we are now about working together, we weren’t like this a few months ago, I guess practice does make perfect.
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| And now for something a little different |
Today something a little different, and a lot less ingested water too! The first thing I did was get my tongue in his ass, I think he liked it, I’ll be sure to small talk about all this with him later. That’s another thing we are doing more often, checking in with each other for feedback. Neither one of us get that with our wives, maybe that will change one day too.
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| Just thinking about his balls! |
But I digress like normal for me. For Larry, perhaps the few hours later, an oversized omelette, and an orgasmic drive back home in a classic Italian sports car, his balls recovered nicely because he delivered the load I wanted of his sweet juice! I’m serious, it never changes, his cum is sweet, not salty like mine. Again, we both seem happy with this! Now we are even on one playing field, but he’s been waiting on my dick for hours, and I’ve been waiting for days to give it to him. I really didn’t change the position much, I wanted to see his face as I entered him, and I want to watch him cum twice today, he can do this, the lucky bum!
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| Nipple sucking high on the list |
Today the sex has been intense. I keep thinking the last time together was the best, most intense, and then I find out today was even better! I’m convinced now the reason why is because it takes two, the both of us, in sync making sure the other is the target. I’m pretty sure a few months ago, maybe even a few weeks ago, the sex was someone gives while the other takes. Does that make sense to you? I mean the result became, “was that good for you?” Now there’s no question because we both know the answer. Maybe it’s ‘Honeymoon Sex’? I hope not because that eventually fades away if our married life tells us anything.
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| Time to get out of the pool |
And then after we both got everything we wanted today, I still wanted to be in his arms, so I let him do just that. And after a check on how wrinkled our fingers were looking being waterlogged, I suggested we get out and dry off, but stay naked. Just seeing him that way is still a big turn on for me; I turn him on too, cool! I said let’s go sit on the couch swing, which seems to be our place to hang quite a bit. That swing has seen more ass in the past few months than ever before! But I did have something to say to him too.
“Babe, are you going to tell your wife you took a sick day today?” He wondered why I asked that, and I told him it was easy, I watched him have an orgasmic day in my Italian Sports Car, and he won’t be able to keep that a secret like he keeps us a secret. Ellen will notice his elevated mood, right now between the car and how I made his ass and company feel, he’ll never be able to hide any of it! I made him have a big belly laugh over this, and he told me, “man, you think about so much shit Marc, I don’t know maybe you are right. How the fuck do you come up this stuff?” I told him I don’t know any more than him, sometimes it just pops up in my head! Anyway, let’s get our stories straight, it’s not going to be a problem for me, but I don’t want to screw it up for you. I was thinking about telling my wife what a treat it was for you to drive Dad’s old car. Larry came around and rethought that maybe it would be hard to keep a secret. But he’ll have to come up with something he did with the rest of the day. And then asked if I had any ideas. I told him he could tell her he played with my dick and I played with his too! 😂
He said, “Get fucking serious!” I thought I was, I had a blast! So, he really means help him, the big lug! I told him just expand the time we had in Auburn, and make the drive long, after all we did spend more time doing that than having sex today. We just make it seem that way. The hardest thing we must do when we get it on, is not getting off too soon! I swear I could cum just looking at him naked! Well, almost! He’s not much better, however, it does make us try to get more than one orgasm in a session, and my Babe has no problem there. It’s harder for me, maybe my age, or lack of practice, but I have cum twice a couple of times with him. It’s a dry cum, but no less intense. He on the other hand could be called ‘Mr. Gusher’ and maybe on his third try have a dry cum. I might want to try that with him next time, sex and science all in one! Do you think I should tell him? Oh yeah, he’s going to read that here as soon as I post it! Oh well, what do you think Babe?
There’s not going to any more Bro time today or tonight. We had a wonderful day together, fuck it took two chapters and it’s not even Dinner time yet! Let’s not push our luck. Larry told me he will text me later if he tells his wife about his day, I told him that’s not fair, now I have no story to tell my wife tonight. He said, “Whine, whine you wimp! Okay, I’ll tell her about the day, but I need to cover the sick day, that might not go over well. So, don’t say anything about that, okay?” I told him I had his back.
Well the last thing to do was get dressed and our clothes are 50 or more feet away on my deck, so off we go to my deck, I was behind him enjoying the view all the way there. He said, “I can feel your eyes on me you know!” Which I responded with, “Then don’t have such a fucking sexy ass to look at!” “Ass, ass is that all you think about?” “Turn around and I’ll let you know!” This went on until we got to our clothes, but I did grab one last naked hug and kiss before we got dressed. I don’t know why I got dressed too, but I did, I’m probably going to go back in the pool anyway! Fuck work today; man, I’m starting to sound like the worst employee of the month lately!
I walked him out to the gate, we both had arms around our backs all the way there, we just didn’t want to let go of each other. One last soul kiss and I whacked him one on the ass, which brought an Ouch! “What the fuck was that for?” “Just for leaving me here alone!” “Babe!” And just the sound of exhaled breath as he left the open gate. I know it’s just as hard for him, and it seems to get that way more each time we leave each other, and he’s just going home next door! Tough it is!
Guy, what do you think? The chapter is closed, one of the best days yet, and we’ve had many. I just loved watching him today. I hope I was able to write about it good enough for you to feel what I felt. After spending more time than usual writing this chapter, I found my balls, read as courage, I’m going to let you see the Italian Sports Car, in two YouTube videos, one lets you hear the V8 engine and exhaust and the other gives you a look at the car on display. This is not my car but is also a 1971 in the same color. The sound video is only seconds long but when you view it, you might imagine that’s my Dad driving it, the man looks about the age of my Dad when he last drove the car. I feel brave enough to let you in on one of my secrets and hopefully it doesn’t Out me, before I’m ready.
FOR THOSE OF YOU THINKING ABOUT THE SPORTS CAR
I found a couple of YouTube links that show the car, not mine but the same model and year. The first short video gives you the sound of the big 8 cylinder engine. And the second just shows the car in sitting on display.
I've had difficulties making these links work, so I'll give you the search term to use in YouTube to find lots about my Dad's car. Use this search:
1971 Intermeccanica Italia Spyder
Classic Italia Exhaust Sounds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU42CD1uMDg
Classic Italia Sports Car on display: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-OJJFLP6so
I found a couple of YouTube links that show the car, not mine but the same model and year. The first short video gives you the sound of the big 8 cylinder engine. And the second just shows the car in sitting on display.
I've had difficulties making these links work, so I'll give you the search term to use in YouTube to find lots about my Dad's car. Use this search:
1971 Intermeccanica Italia Spyder
Classic Italia Exhaust Sounds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xU42CD1uMDg
Classic Italia Sports Car on display: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-OJJFLP6soHere are two more tries to get the videos on the page. I hope something works!
WE'VE FINALLY COME TO THE END OF THE CHAPTER!
I’ve got to get busy making dinner, I almost forgot, now I’m glad I got dressed along with him. My wife will get a kick out of hearing about Larry and Dad’s Classic Italian Sports Car at dinner tonight.
Marcus
Our journal continues in Chapter 43:
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