Three months after I graduated from college, then one month before I began flight training to become U.S. Naval Aviator, I bought a somewhat used Datsun 280Z fancy car. My father believed I had lost my head when I told him that I traded a three-year-old Dodge Dart that sported the famed “slant six” engine to get a coupe without trunk. I did not simply tell him that the decrease of the tricked out stereo audio (focused entirely on an 8 track tape player) from the Dodge had bothered me probably the most. I gave the motor car dealer my entire variety of fifty 8 track tapes with all the trade in considering that the 280Z featured a different (right at that moment) cassette tape deck with the head unit.
I named my 280Z (gold in color) “The Silver Bullet.” I became “The Lone Ranger,” not as much because of the name of my car, but because my “almost engaged with me” college girlfriend started question her life to be a future Navy wife. She had couple of years of college before her, and I was no longer with your ex in Charleston, SC. Suitors said that if she married me she would become “a sea widow” when I deployed with my ship for many people months each time. Guess what? Apparently the automobile does result in the man. The Silver Bullet became a head turner and very quickly I dropped the irrelevant Lone Ranger title personally.
The Silver Bullet moved such as wind itself! I especially loved to race it on I-10 (East-West Interstate Highway 10) on weekend nights when I traveled between Naval Air Station Whiting Field and Pensacola, to “Trader’s Johns” (famous Naval Aviator dance and dinner club). On several occasions, the authorities stopped me for speeding. Lucky for me personally, whenever, the officer planned to check out The Silver Bullet. I showed officers how I could raise reduce the radio antenna by flipping a switch inside the cockpit. Who would write a traffic ticket having looked at that?
One year after I bought the 280Z I engaged to marry a Pensacola girl. Then, I faced the grim prospect of supporting both a wife and a fancy car. I negotiated with my lending institution to extend the money for the automobile. The loan officer told me that this credit union would only achieve that in an emergency situation. “I am engaged and getting married,” I revealed, which qualified just as one emergency. I got over and I kept the vehicle! Six months after marriage, I received the Wings of Gold as well as a designation being a Naval Aviator. My new wife, a guinea pig within a cage, and I drove away in The Silver Bullet on the bright summer morning, to start with the adventure which the Navy promised and brought to us.