My brother had a Dart Swinger when we were in high school. It was a nice car. Had a 318 . . . not exactly a muscle car, but it had plenty of get-up-and-go. It was his pride and joy.
One night I backed my 64 Buick into it and put a dent right behind the passenger door. I knew he'd half kill me if he knew what happened so I just kept quite about it. A couple of weeks later we went to K-Mart in Ft. Oglethorpe and when we came out he noticed the dent for the first time. Of course, he thought someone had hit it that day in the parking lot and he was mad enough to kill. Being the good little brother that I was, all the way home I kept thowing fuel on the fire with comments like "I can't believe someone would be sorry enough to hit your car and not even leave a note."
But, I felt bad about it and finally confessed to the crime. That happened in 1976. I told him I did it a couple of years ago.
