The case of the missing license plates. My brother, Steve, got married in 1966 and his bride, Carol , owned a 1963 Rambler American white convertible. One evening in 1968 Steve came over to the house and parked the Rambler in our driveway and left the car keys on the kitchen counter. I decided to take my friend Bruce Gundersen and my younger brother Matt for a spin. It was a cool evening so we left the top up. I drove over to Sugar House Park and proceeded down the paved road next to the pond. The terrain there is actually a hill and I let the Rambler do some coasting which put me over the speed limit. One of Salt Lake Citys finest got me on radar and pulled me over for speeding. When he went to the back of the car to write the ticket he noticed that the license plates were missing. He thought that we had stolen the Rambler so we all had to exit the car and go sit in his. He radioed in for any information on stolen Ramblers. He came up empty and we finally convinced him that we did not steal the car. The police officer told us that we could not move the car without license plates so it would have to be towed. I got permission to look inside the car and in the trunk. Lo and behold we found the license plates in the trunk. I do not understand to this day why Steve took the plates off the car and put them in the trunk. So the plates were quickly installed back on the Rambler and I drove off with speeding ticket in hand. When we got back home Bruce and Matt stayed in the kitchen while I went downstairs where dad was watching Perry Mason to give him the news about my first traffic ticket. Here is the actual conversation: Dad: Where have you been? Me: I drove through Sugar House Park and I got a speeding ticket. Dad: What the h_ _ _ ! Who were you with? Me: Bruce Gundersen. Dad: Why were you with that d_ _ _ Bruce? Me: Shhhhhh..............Hes upstairs in the kitchen. Dad: D_ _ _ it Garth! Why didnt you tell me he was upstairs? At this point Bruce had fled the scene and was walking down Gundersen Lane. Dad, Matt and myself got in our car and we sped off pulling up next to Bruce and rolling his car window down my dad in his booming voice called out: Get in! Bruce: Why? Dad: Get in! Bruce very shakingly complied and got in the car. My dad drove us to the Heaps-A-Burger on 3900 South and 2300 East and bought us burgers and shakes. That was so typical of my dad. That is the end of the case of the missing license plates but why did my brother put them in the trunk? Still a mystery.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 21:27:51 +0000
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