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Back in high school I had an old '48 Plymouth which weighed a ton. One night on a date with my girlfriend we went to the local lover's lane to park, which was just a grassy area at the end of a gravel road. It was winter and the weather was not too cold when we got there but by the time we were ready to leave the ground had frozen. The car wouldn't move an inch before the wheels started spinning and we were beginning to panic because she had to be home at a certain time and her parents were very strict.
This car had a manual transmission and she did not know how to work the clutch so I tried to give her a quick lesson and then got out of the car to try and push us out. She could not figure the clutch out and evey time the car started to move she would pop the clutch and it would stall. So we decided that I would drive and she would push. I rocked the car back and forth while she pushed and finally managed to get out of the frozen grass and on to the gravel. After the car was free I looked in the rear view mirror but she was not there.
I found her laying face down in the muddy mess created by the spinning tires. She was wearing white levis which were quite fashionable at the time and was covered from head to foot with mud from the fall as well as the mud thrown up by the spinning tires. She was OK but was crying and worried how she would explain her condition to her parents when she got home. We went to the local drive through hangout and she cleaned herself up as best she could but she still looked a mess when I took her home. Later she told me she managed to rush to her room without being seen and hid her clothes until she could wash them when no one was around.
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