The story of a life. I was still in school and after totally abusing my poor father's '58 Plymouth Belvedere, he replaced it with a '60 Chevy Impala 2-door. I'd wash it on Saturday afternoon and every couple of months Simonize it. Then it was the weekly trip to the drive-in movie. Usually it was with a girl, but once in a while there would be a boy's night out with a couple of six-packs. We actually did the hide in the trunk thing.
Chicago gets real cold in the winters, but creative drive-ins stayed open. They added electric heaters hung on the speaker poles. Pull into a spot then bring the heater in and put it on the floor to whir softly and push warm air around. You still had to turn on the engine about every half hour but who really cared. The windows were usually fogged up and nobody was watching the movie anyway. Working on the night moves...
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