"...and enjoying the whole experience..."
We married on June 22, 1991.. Our parents gifted us our honeymoon trip, but in order to use it, we had to get from Sacramento to the SF airport after the wedding. We were broke.. so, so broke back then. Our 'best' car to get us there was my Ratrod 1953 F100.. this was before Ratrods were a thing, but I just couldn't bear to call that truck what it was: a beat down, hope and a prayer POS.. Anyway, we were both exhausted and excited as we started our new lives together en route to our honeymoon, getting about 11 mpg, when the V8 under the hood became a V4.. My new bride groaned as we coasted to the shoulder outside of Fairfield. "Time me- two minutes max!" I said as I clambered out of the cab to tame the dual points back to functionality- a task done many, many times on this truck. This was pre mobile phones, but all I would have used a cell phone for was the light; it's dark under that massive hood! Lisa bit her tongue as the truck fired right up, using all of it's 8 cylinders, and on our way we went.
All these years later, we're still married, but the truck is now gone, and other things have changed too.. She's much smarter now, and refuses to ride in the vintage stuff I build.. Can't say as I blame her. She still tells anyone who will listen about how our old truck 'broke down' on our wedding night, and she's especially fond of telling the story about how on our wedding night, I blurted out "Time me, two minutes max!"