Loaned my Z for a getaway car. They loved it. Now that is a classic getaway.

Sweet.

You are the MAN :classic:

Tried to convince my wife to conceive our first child in the Z...no dice.

...I may not have been concieved in a Z (actually I've never asked), but moving up a stage to birth, my mom was driven to the hospital in a 260Z, .

(That had to have induced labor...)

Though I was brought home from the hospital in a Ford Tempo, so...

I'd rather go to Vegas and then get married IN my Z.

And then get a divorce, in my Z

I tried to teach my girl friend to drive a stick shift in my 73 240 z in 1977. She was jack rabbiting so bad that a car stop to ask her is she was in trouble. I failed in teaching, but I won her heart anyway, been married 30 yrs. Dad taught her by driving her into the middle of 20 acres of grass in our field and letting her spin the tires and what ever to get the hang of it. We use to park in wheat fields and make out in that Z car. I know now I was lucky that the hot exhaust pipe did not catch the stubble on fire and start a major wheat fire. Love my Z's.

That is exactly like my 72 I had in high school back in 1979. Had a lot of fun in it also.

Tom

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This last summer my faithful Z was tucked away in my shop, mothballed, disabled, and awaiting my return from the last frontier. I was in Bristol Bay, Alaska killing salmon for a living. One cold and blustery July morning, I was enjoying 45 degree weather and a breezy 30 knot wind. :stupid: "Hey Capt.,". my crew yelled as he stuck his head out the cabin door. Your wife is on the cell phone, your son's best friend wants to borrow your Z for his wedding. They need it for a getaway car." "He really thinks your Z is tight.":cool: "Tell her that it's fine with me." I screamed over the throbbing diesel. My brain was firing on about 4 out of 6 cyl. The cold and lack of sleep had taken its revenge. "Oh well," I thought, "He's a good kid, and the Z's insured."

Two weeks later, when I tossed the hook (anchor) up the river near a bear infested 3 dog village, that just happened to have an open wifi, I got an email from home. Pictures of my getaway Z snapped at the wedding by my wife. "Only 2 more weeks of this fun and I'm out of here. Then it's my 'getaway Z'.:laugh: THE END

I love a nautical story. I have been hiding my Z from hurricanes all season. I've been on cutters patrolling the Florida Straits, while the Z awaits my return. Its been hidden under a blanket on the highest floor of the city parking garage. I get back to port and take it for a spin, winding it around the open roads on the Navy base, as the highest speed limit on the island is only 35 mph. What a stupid place to have a sports car. Should have bought a boat, but always loved the Zs. The fun thing is trading rides. My friends take me fishing. I take them on rides on hidden roads on the base. I know the roads so well that its a thrill to them...scary corners that I've done multiple times, but they've never seen them.

Did you know you could troll from a 110ft cutter? Turns out the patrol speed is the same as the best trolling speed for dolphin. Dolphin fish are commonly called mahi-mahi in other places. We eat them like steak. They fight like bulls. You should see the water clarity. You can spot a lobster on the bottom in 90 feet of water.

Nothing like radioing to the bridge.....fish on!!! Nothing like being on the bridge and backing down a ship on a 25-45lb fish. Dinner is served! Get the gaff.