I had just taken delivery of a brand new ’68 Camero, and my best friend Bob and I were cruising looking for some girls. Suddenly I had a brain wave. “Hey, Bob, want to go bowling?” I said turning my car down the main street of the city where we live. “Sure, I’m game!” He said spying two girls walking down the street. “Hey, pull over!” I pulled up beside the girls and he rolled the window down. Before he could speak we realized the girls were jail bait. Giggling we pulled away from the curb.
