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I was an eighteen-year-old high school senior in the Spring of 1964. Like many boys my age, I had a major case of insecurity, especially around girls. I had heard all the guys' locker-room talk about what they had done with their girlfriends. All I had ever accomplished with a girl was get a quick kiss in the bushes when I was about eleven-years-old. I guess I was a late bloomer.

About a month before high school graduation, I bought an old car and enjoyed my first taste of freedom. No longer was I dependent on Dad for transportation.

The car was a 1951, two-toned green, Chevy Deluxe, and it cost me all of $50.00. It was old, but it looked decent and ran well. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon.

I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip in 50 cents for gas, and we could cruise all night.

Throughout the nearly completed school year, I had been enamored with the twin sister of a classmate. She too, had recently turn eighteen. Ann and I had chatted many times at school ball games or in the hallways. She had a giggle in her voice that I just loved hearing. She seemed sweet, but since I had no car, there was no way I could take her anywhere on a date.

Shortly after getting my car, I was able to work up the courage to asked Ann out. I asked her if she'd like to go for a burger at the local A