Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day! The day we commemorate St.Valentine, the patron saint of love and, um, epilepsy and beekeeping. But it’s usually celebrated as a holiday commemorating love, romanticism, and, of course, the achingly beautiful act of boning. So, with that in mind, this seems like a great time to take a moment and remember those love/lust/like-like-related car situations, and, even better, tell them to all of your fellow Autopians, here, in public! On the internet!
If I had to pick an example, I think I’d have to say it was this time, back when I lived in Los Angeles, that my now-wife and I were accosted by cops for, um, enjoying one another’s company in the back of my ’73 Beetle, getting that vinyl basket-weave seat texture embossed into as much skin as possible.
What I like about this incident is that at the time we lived together, in a house, a house with ample opportunities and locations for all manner of physical goings-on, and yet we decided to go at it in the back seat of a pretty tiny car.
We were close to the house, too! Right down the street! We’d been out that night, doing whatever we did, being young and beautiful and mostly broke in LA, and for whatever reason decided that we just didn’t want to drive the extra block or two to get back home before going at it.
It didn’t take long before the cops decided to test their ultra-bright flashlights by shining them into the car windows, forcing us to rapidly pull on clothes and catch small bits of skin in zippers. The cops looked us over and asked Sally if she wanted to be there, after looking me over and considering the improbability of it all.
I remember explaining to the cops that we lived just right there and would they just let us drive up the hill and to our house, and they eventually rolled their eyes and agreed, telling us to just go home next time. Sure, the whole thing was embarrassing, but also kind of sweet, I thought, that after all those years of being together, we could still make some really bad decisions.
Oh, I also once used my Volvo 1800S’ trunk key to get to the basement of the Petersen Museum before that was allowed, and that was one of my first dates with Sally, and it was incredible. You can read about that in that link there, to a story that is now, alarmingly, a dozen years old.
You must have some wonderful stories of love in, on, or around cars! And we want to hear all of your lovely, lurid, lascivious, languid, and lustful tales of Valentine’s-appropriate car happenings! Because we’re all sicko voyeurs! And, you know, everyone likes a good story. So, kiss and tell!
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I’ve gotten lucky a couple of times in the past when I was younger. At the time I was living in Illinois.
1st time was when I had a 1986 Ford Escort Pony 2 door hatchback(4-speed).Things were hot and heavy between me and my ex in the apartment parking lot until a spotlight was shined on us by one of Aurora’s finest! Naturally we quickly untangled ourselves and tried to act innocent and made sure that our stories lined up in case the officer asked us anything. Fate must’ve smiled down upon us because the officer must’ve gotten an emergency call because he turned off the spotlight,turned on his emergency lights and took off like a bat outta hell.
Needless to say,we “relocated” to somewhere else (in particular to outside her home) to avoid anymore police interference.lol
2nd time was with another ex-girlfriend and at that time I was driving a 1986 Ford Tempo GL coupe with a 5-speed manual and the 2.3 liter HSO engine.
For those who think the dirty deed can’t be done in a manual transmission vehicle, I can prove you wrong! The few things we did it ironically one of her brothers would come out just to get some beer from his car(we were parked about 3-4 cars down). He could tell what was going on but he wouldn’t say anything about it-at the time my ex and her brothers were living with their grandparents in Westmont.
With that in mind,have you driven a Ford lately???LMAO
1975 Porsche 914, circa 1999. Drove to Court for a Motion hearing. Afterwards, a Cell phone call to my wife:
Me: “I have good news and bad news.”
Her: “Let me guess. The good news is you won the motion. The Bad news is the car won’t start. I’ll be there in about 45 minutes…”
That, folks, is love….
My dad volunteered to take my date and me to the sixth form ball (prom equivalent) in a vintage open-top Bentley we had at the time. He even dressed as a chauffeur and provided champagne. My date was jumping up and down clapping her hands as we drew up to her house and the stunned faces as we arrived at the venue (it was not a quiet or discreet car) were priceless. The relationship with the date never went anywhere but it was magical that evening. I still see her from time to time and we reminisce about what a wonderful guy my dad was.
Just wanted to say that the comments section here is once again highly entertaining.
The only car-related romantic moment that comes to my mind is my drive home after the first date (a waterfront walk through the rain) with my now wife. I was crossing the mighty Rhine in my Lada Niva (driving over a bridge, not fording, as everyone’s first guess might be considering the awesome off-road mobility of this Russian rust bucket). The haptics of the Momo Prototipo, the raw mechanics of the meter-long switch lever, the noise (oh god, the noise!), the skyline view over the square hood and the all-dominant thoughts about what the fuck just happened are permanently burned into my memory. I knew that my life was going to chance dramatically.
Our eight-month honeymoon was spent in our ’76 VW camper bus. Does that count!? First stop was at the ’84 Olympics in LA, and then on to National Parks, places of interest and around the US and back through Canada.
Who knew you could turn on the dome light of a 2000 Jetta with your lovers wayward foot.
That’s a nice feature.
Should we turn on the defrost?
Hell no!
Let’s fog these windows up.
Does sex in the back of a 72 Beetle count? How about a 75 Mercury Comet. I won’t disgust you with the 88 Yugo. I assure you it was as much yoga as sex but love was in the air.
an ex got motion sick in my car once she felt so bad, It told her it was alright….because I could hose off the rubber floor mat.
Did you know a futon mattress fits just right in the bed of a 03 f150 supercrew? This nice gal and I tested it one summer night in the woods in Colorado. Never saw her again…
It’s like Penthouse Forum x .15
I was married in a car. For serious.
Watching the sunrise from the backseat of my new girlfriends early 60’s Acadian.
The Col has many stories about love and cars. But can’t expound on them as the NDAs have been signed and notarized.
“How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll?”
“But can’t expound on them as the NDAs have been signed and notarized”
Or the statute of limitations hasn’t expired yet? 🙂
Wife got me a surprise gift for our wedding at the beach, being picked up after the ceremony in a red Ford Mustang ‘68 convertible.
Do you mean romantic, or “romantic”? Because there was that one time with that girl involving the passenger’s seat of a Cavalier Z24 and a jeans skirt…
But I’ll tell the actual romantic story. My first date with my wife started with brunch and ended well after dark. She was driving, in her 4Runner, because I didn’t know my way around LA yet. We ate and drank and walked and talked and it was wonderful.
She pulled up in front of my apartment, said goodnight, and I started to get out – and suddenly a voice in my head said “What are you doing? Kiss her, you moron!”
So I did.
And I said “I just couldn’t leave without doing that.”
She said, “You can do it again, if you want.”
So I did.
And I haven’t stopped since.
I almost got married in a car but it was not to be. We drove to Reno for our elopement and ended up at the Chapel of the Bells, known at the time for its drive-thru window. Alas, when we got there the window was closed. We went inside where the receptionist (and wife of the owner) explained that the window had become a disappointing flop after the initial novelty was gone, that it was now neglected and in disrepair, and that everything would have been better had they instead invested the construction money into new carpet for the main chapel, as she had wanted to do all along. She made it quite clear that she was not at all happy about the drive-thru window.
We got married in the chapel. The receptionist was the only witness, watching (she assured us…) via closed-circuit television from the front desk. She said this was sufficient under Nevada law.
At least the car played a supporting role in getting us there and back.
Given that it’s you, I have to ask what the car was
I’m guessing something like a Rover SD1. I’d get married in that.
It was my wife’s car, which she has asked me not to identify. She also has asked me not to work on it like I do with my own cars. My wife is smarter than I am.
I kissed my wife for the first time in the Datsun 510 I paid $100 for when I bought it from a convent. That kicked off a long courtship that started in my cheap shitbox and continues to this day. Whenever we see a 510, especially a white 4 door, we both get a little schmoopy and nostalgic.
I’d picked her up after work to hang out, but when she got in the car, she kinda leaned over a little and I kissed her.
That was 46 years ago this August.
I had a bunch of things going on in my MGB, but I wouldn’t actually classify them as romantic lol.
Probably the most romantic, would be that I proposed to my wife (now ex) in a mustang convertible on the top of Mount Haleakala at sunset.
“are you gasping b/c yes, or b/c the thin air?”
Beautiful (if fairly surreal) place.
I wouldn’t necessarily call it “romantic” – but there was definitely fun being had with a certain hunky mustached sailor in the back of his new Buick Skyhawk T-Type….
..the grey velour in that back seat was never quite the same.
…oh – and now that I think of it – there was that beefy blonde fella I was in the USAF with – we drove cross-country eastbound in his Omni GLH. The first night out from Monterey, he very suddenly and surprisingly decided to stop by the side of the road near Truckee one night to take matters into his own … well, it was definitely more than his hands. Prior to that I had no idea he was even interested in me!
(This is all well before DADT)
Little bit of a long story, but here goes. I first met my wife (whom I’ll call M) when she came in to interview for a position in a lab I was supervising. I was stunned by her and almost couldn’t get through the interview. It’s hard to explain the feeling; I seemed to immediately know that this was the woman I was meant to spend my life with. She ended up getting hired in a different group in our company, so we were in touch with each other, but she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend, so we double-dated a couple of times, but stayed friends. That was difficult for me as my feelings towards M hadn’t changed a bit. A year later, my girlfriend dumped me, so I thought I’d go after M. Despite my efforts, it just didn’t seem to work, so I finally gave up and go together with a different girl, whom I subsequently married. M came to our wedding, and I went to hers when she married a guy a year or so later. So flash forward about three more years, and my marriage blew up in spectacular fashion. M and I still ran in the same circles (the lab industry in our area is small and incestuous), and I still really liked her, but she was still married. After a couple more years and a relationship that came and went for me, we happened to be on a wine tasting trip with a bunch of friends. Somehow, she and I ended up alone in my ’90 Eagle Talon on the way home. Halfway there, she looked over at me and said:
“You know, I have a really hard time being around you when you’re single”.
That was the moment that sealed it. Her marriage wasn’t very good and it turned out that the feelings I always had for her had been shared for quite some time. We’ve had 26 great years together since then. It took quite a while, but I finally ended up with the woman I was meant to spend my life with.
1976 Fiat X/19 Explaining to the E.R Doctor how I Slashed my thigh and required 18 stitches from the emergency brake while moving in the two seater with a girl on my lap. Romantic? maybe not, but it’s a scar that makes me smile everytime I shower.
I think we all need to agree on agreeable definitions for “romantic in cars” before I start dolling out details.
We’ve already run the gamut from Hallmark rom com to Larry Flynt publication, so it’s a little late to worry about definitions.
Wait…romantic?
So I used to keep an old quilt in the back of my XT for Parkway runs. Get away from the lights of civilization, find a good pullout, and lay there on it in the grass gazing at the stars. Perfect for meteor showers.
That wasn’t a sex thing: we’d just lay there quiet & comfortably enjoying the cosmos. Just beautiful.
For a phrase like “enjoying the cosmos,” could there a better car than the still-futuristic-looking XT?
First kiss. 1972 Buick GS 455. (Note: this is not a Boomer story–it takes place in the ’90s. Only the car was old.)
I was a dorky but sweet high-schooler who couldn’t get a date. My dad’s assistant happened to live next door to a girl my age in similar circumstances, and this girl and I were set up as dates for our schools’ respective senior proms. We went on a few other outings; it wasn’t at all serious, but neither of us had ever had a relationship before and we were learning as we went.
After graduation, I traveled abroad for two weeks and brought her back a thoughtful gift. She got me stationery with my name embossed on it for my birthday. (Don’t laugh, it was nice.) I took her out for lunch one day in the Buick and, as soon as she sat down, puledl her head toward me and kissed her. The first kiss for both of us.
She was…very neutral about it. We went out to lunch and had an okay time. I had trouble getting in touch with her the next few weeks, and when I finally got through, she broke up with me over the phone. It was more strange than sad, and I lost no sleep over it. (What was strange was that the next day, her mom called me at work to apologize for the way her daughter treated me and say what a wonderful guy I was. In retropsect, this was almost certainly a contributing factor to the demise of the relationship; no 18 year old girl wants to date the guy her mom thinks is a catch.)
I would have to wait a long time for a kiss from a girl who was excited to kiss me. As cool as that Gran Sport was, it did not get me the chicks.
You may ask yourself, “Hey, what the hell was a high school senior doing driving a muscle car every day?” Four words: Boomer dad living vicariously. I let him.
Nah, I just thought you were a character in a Richard Linklater movie!
Let’s just say that it led to a lifetime of being a part of a BDSM lifestyle. I “locked her up” and put a ring on it (and a collar). We’re two peas in a pod. Y’all really don’t need to know any other details.
I think most normies really don’t want to know. Me though…
Protocol, protocol mi amigo. 😀