DIET TEEN
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Pulling G's in a Mustang Coup
If you have bugs in your teeth, you're drivin' too fast!
It was Ted's first car, a red 1967 Mustang!
"My God, the girls are going to go gaga over me!" Ted thought with glee as he observed his shiny red car with his bugged-out eyes. He'd polished 'her' so much that he'd rubbed off a quarter inch of the old paint but she still glistened.
He called Linda first.
"Linda, guess what? Yeah, hum. Yes. Mustang. Why sure I'll come pick you up and give you a ride!"
Ted zipped out to the red Mustang, cranked her to life and sped over to Linda's like frog legs on a hot grill. Linda would love his little hotrod; he just knew she would. This car was irresistible! Therefore, he was irresistible!
Linda met him at the roadside in front of her little yellow cottage. My, she sure looked good to Ted's roaming eyes. Her own eyes were fastened on his red ride. Obviously, she was impressed. Ted swelled with pride. And she'd donned a red short set to match his car, or so he assumed.
"Like her?"
"Teddy! I'm almost jealous of her," Linda tossed out, protruding her lips in a fake pout. Ted thought it was sexy.
"Well, hop in! We'll take her for a spin by the lake."
The Mustang handled smoothly, Ted taking tight curves at an ungodly speed. It was an unpopulated area so he felt pretty secure in seeing how fast the car would fly around the curves.
Linda eyed the lake below as Ted took one curve rather awkwardly. "Teddy, you better slow down, now."
Ted delivered a confident smile, flashing his white teeth at her. Linda tried to smile back but her only thoughts were of the song, "Where Oh Where Can My Baby Be?"
Her good senses suddenly gained ground as Ted spun around the next curve and a mountain bike appeared from nowhere. He tossed obscenities to the bike rider who'd turned white from shock, then Linda came to life.
"Teddy, take me home! And do it slowly!"
Ted glanced at her in disbelief. Geeze, the lady was mad. Hormones? What the heck was wrong with her? Surely she wasn't panicking over that moronic biker.
"Fine. I'll take you home, Linda."
I'm happy to report that Linda arrived home safely that day. I can't say the same for Teddy. He was on the evening news that night. Linda watched in shock as a big crane fished Ted's gnarled little Mustang from the lake. It had made local news because a big catfish had gotten lodged in the glove-box.
Ted was okay, though. He was standing to one side of the scene with a big blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his hair drenched with lake water.
Linda heard a few days later that he'd purchased another ride. A shiny new red bike.
The phone rang. Linda did not answer.
Moral of the story: He who drives fast doesn't usually drive long.
