<VV> Trunk Stories

[William Hubbell]

My earliest Trunk Story is from my high school years (a LOOOOOONG time ago).
I was driving a 1963 Corvair then, with my best friend Bob Anderson riding
shotgun, when the engine started knocking and chuffing a bit.  We were
stopped at a red light and I said to Bob, "Oh no, I think my engine is
missing!"  Without a word, Bob pulled the key out of the ignition (early
model, remember - you can do that without shutting if off), swung open his
door, ran around to the front and opened the trunk and exclaimed, "Oh no,
Bill, you're right!"

I nearly died laughing.

Of course, Bob was the same guy who went into a Burger King (at a time when
they were running a certain ad campaign) and asked, "Is it true that special
orders don't upset you?"  When the lady behind the counter replied that it
was true, Bob ordered a Big Mac! (She didn't get upset).

Bill Hubbell



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[mailto:virtualvairs-bounces at corvair.org] On Behalf Of James P. Rice
Sent: Wednesday, February 15, 2012 1:55 PM
To: virtualvairs at corvair.org
Subject: <VV> Trunk Stories


I have two.

Back in the late 70's or early 80's a couple of us took our Corvairs to a
indoor car show in Peoria.  I entered my LM with the custom paint job and
the 140 with a turbo.  The engine lid was open.

A young person, probably in Jr Hi, looked into the engine compartment, and
with excited wonder if his voice hollered:  "Dad, Come here!  This one has
two motors!"  Dad arrived as I was explaining the situation.  Then I popped
the truck open for him.

Another LM later, while still working in Caterpillar's Product
Support/Dealer Tool Department, I had to order and then go get from the
Parts Distribution Center some needed parts for an engineer.  Got to the
gate, showed my ID, and drove to where I was to pick up the boxes.  I put
them in the passenger foot well.  I drove back to the gate, showed the guard
the paper work.  He said "I need to inspect your trunk."  He then walked to
the back of the car, and I got out and followed him.  I opened the engine
lid.  He stood there for a few seconds.  Then he said "You can go now."
Which I did, bursting out laughing well outside his hearing.


I have collected the Trunk Stories in a word.doc.  I think they are a hoot,
and with your permission, I want to massage them a little, using only first
names, and submit them to the Communique for publication.  If you have
additional trunk stories, I'd be happy for you to either send them to my
off-line or to the entire group VV for me to add to what I have.  If you
don't want your first name used, just let me know off-line.

Thanks,
	Historically Yours,
				James



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