A funny story. We were playing frisbee on our street and a Ford Cortina with three guys whizzed past us twice, faking to hit us. They came around the block a third time and got out of their car and I think they wanted to start a fight. When they got up close and saw how big and tall we were - I was six foot, about 185 lbs., another 6' 4", another 6" 2", and my brother, 6' 3", about 190 lbs., they got real chummy, real fast and started being really friendly and asking us questions. They were skinny little English guys.
I cut 'em off pretty fast and told them that just a minute ago they tried to hit us and they better get back in their car before we turned over their dinky little tricked out Cortina, spanked all of 'em, and sent them home to their mommies. I was much more aggressive in those days. They quietly got in their car and slowly went past us.
That was probably skope, G and JC, you could have given chase in the Carmaro SS/Chevelle SS you brought in luggage.
One of the friends I was visiting, the 6' 4" guy, played on England's junior national basketball team. They practiced at Crystal Palace. I got to scrimmage with them once during one of his practices. They allowed one or two Americans. He couldn't even make his varsity high school team back home before he left for England.
Last Edit: Jul 21, 2021 22:16:27 GMT by sloopjohnc