Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day! The day we commemorate St.Valentine, the patron saint of love and, um, epilepsy and beekeeping. But it’s usually celebrated as a holiday commemorating love, romanticism, and, of course, the achingly beautiful act of boning. So, with that in mind, this seems like a great time to take a moment and remember those love/lust/like-like-related car situations, and, even better, tell them to all of your fellow Autopians, here, in public! On the internet!
If I had to pick an example, I think I’d have to say it was this time, back when I lived in Los Angeles, that my now-wife and I were accosted by cops for, um, enjoying one another’s company in the back of my ’73 Beetle, getting that vinyl basket-weave seat texture embossed into as much skin as possible.
What I like about this incident is that at the time we lived together, in a house, a house with ample opportunities and locations for all manner of physical goings-on, and yet we decided to go at it in the back seat of a pretty tiny car.
We were close to the house, too! Right down the street! We’d been out that night, doing whatever we did, being young and beautiful and mostly broke in LA, and for whatever reason decided that we just didn’t want to drive the extra block or two to get back home before going at it.
It didn’t take long before the cops decided to test their ultra-bright flashlights by shining them into the car windows, forcing us to rapidly pull on clothes and catch small bits of skin in zippers. The cops looked us over and asked Sally if she wanted to be there, after looking me over and considering the improbability of it all.
I remember explaining to the cops that we lived just right there and would they just let us drive up the hill and to our house, and they eventually rolled their eyes and agreed, telling us to just go home next time. Sure, the whole thing was embarrassing, but also kind of sweet, I thought, that after all those years of being together, we could still make some really bad decisions.
Oh, I also once used my Volvo 1800S’ trunk key to get to the basement of the Petersen Museum before that was allowed, and that was one of my first dates with Sally, and it was incredible. You can read about that in that link there, to a story that is now, alarmingly, a dozen years old.
You must have some wonderful stories of love in, on, or around cars! And we want to hear all of your lovely, lurid, lascivious, languid, and lustful tales of Valentine’s-appropriate car happenings! Because we’re all sicko voyeurs! And, you know, everyone likes a good story. So, kiss and tell!
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Well I never thought it would happen to me but there I was driving along when I saw the girls from the Stihl calendar hitchhiking…….
Did it in the back of my Subaru wagon as a send-off the night before I traded it in for a new car.
Man, everyone else in these comments has game.
Meanwhile, I had a red ’97 conversion Econoline with a back seat I usually left in bed configuration, plus shades and a curtain, for 7 years (from partway through high school til a little after graduating college) and the only person who got laid in it was a friend on one New Years when my apartment party was too crowded for discretion.
These days I have a Prius v. So unless I fold the back seats down and put down some padding, I’m not sure what’s comfortably feasible.
Even the regular Prius has plenty of room to get busy in the back when you fold the seats down.
Uh, I mean, so I’ve heard…
Not all of us have game. While I have a lot of stories, I also took a long time to get my life figured out. I married late in life. My fun stories from single life are spread across 15 years and there were quite a few years of “single, messed up, and trying to figure out life” in between them.
Tried to duplicate the Beetle backseat feat on my 18th birthday as I was allegedly conceived in one. Alas, my gf & I were both a bit taller than my parents and we soon decided just pulling the seat bottom out and using it would be more comfortable.
Still a great birthday
Almost every one of my cars has a story like that, but the chick magnet was definitely the C5 Corvette. That car got me laid…
The best one was the (non benefits) friend who decided on a long drive back to our hotel that she wanted me that night. Leg up on the dash and a solo show to remember. When we got back to the hotel, she insisted I keep the engine running while we messed around (very loppy cam).
Then there was the other friend who asked me what the Vette could do. I showed her and was unexpectedly “rewarded” for my peacocking in a parking lot.
Then there was the exgf who was helping me move two cars cross country, who (out of nowhere) demanded we pull off the freeway to some dirt road. She hopped into my Vette, got what she wanted, hopped back in my other car, and acted like nothing happened the whole rest of the 3 day trip.
Can’t forget about the gal the Vette picked up at the race track. Smoking hot random girl came up and asked to ride laps with me. Ended up dating her for a few months.
And the model from Romania my dad introduced me to through a work friend. I got on it briefly and she exclaimed “this is better than sex!” I disagree, but that’s just me.
I personally think my Shelby is sexier, but it does not have the same track record my Vette had.
I did a lot of teenager things in the back of a XJ Cherokee with my high school girlfriend, then she proceeded to cheat on me. I still feel a certain twinge of pain every time I see one.
you’re on the wrong site for avoiding those, or you’re a masochist.
Definitely the latter…
The real question is did she cheat on you with a dude? That would be a real betrayal.
No, with another girl in our friend group. It definitely lead to some drama, especially as it was only a month or so before junior prom. But she did get knocked up shortly after graduation by the hot goth dude of the group and he ditched her, so that was a solid moment of schadenfreude.
In high school, you traveled in a much more vibrant circles than I. And probably still do.
It was certainly an interesting group of people. These days I mostly run with other Italian car lunatics, which my husband refers to as “the height of tomfoolery.”
Well he’s not wrong. But it’s a good tomfoolery.
I wouldn’t trade Fiat tomfoolery for the world
I own an OG 500. I understand.
Borrowed my roommate’s Honda Odyssey, which was actually his moms, for a first/last date with some girl I met on the interwebs, I think her name was Emily? Erin? Went to the zoo, then after listening to The Bloodhound Gang while driving her home there was some animal-like behavior in the 3rd row. My first time, so safe to assume more ‘fish out of water’ than ‘riding a unicorn over a rainbow’ – maybe coordinating mammals like the song suggests, at best.
Sorry Matt (roommate), but I think you had your suspicions when you lent me the keys.
Sorry Kathy (Matt’s mom), but I did clean up thoroughly.
Sorry Emily/Erin/whatever…
The first date with my now-wife was in my first car, a Corvair. I ran out of gas. Many years later I bought my second Corvair. After restoring it I took her for a date. I ran out of gas.
She reminded me of the first date and accused me of doing it on purpose. I lied and said I just wanted a smooch like the first time. And I got it.
Well, it’s very fitting that there’s a Corvair in today’s Showdown
That one ran out of gas a long time ago.
The only good thing that came from my 96 Sebring convertible was having relations with the top down. It was nice having a comfyish seat and the stars above. The car sucked but that part was nice at least.
First date with the woman who would become my wife- I opened her door to let her in, and she reached over and unlocked my door. Simple as that sounds, it was the moment I knew it would be forever. 20 plus years, two kids and an unfortunate amount of Volkswagens later, and she’s still the best decision I’ve ever made
My somewhat new-ish girlfriend and I accidentally stayed-up all night talking. We spontaneously hopped into the car and drove to a nearby golf course to watch the sunrise. We’re still married after 22 years. (It was an ’89 SHO if anyone is keeping track. My wife recently said that she wasn’t impressed with the car, and married me anyway. Harsh!)
Really all that I’ve got is that the two cars I had access to in high school unfortunately played host to a lot of…exploration. I certainly won’t claim that there was a lot of success or that I possessed any inherent talent, but the effort was there. So I did have that going for me?
I guess on a vaguely more wholesome note my buddy and I used to skip class and drive over to a local girls school, load up my Explorer, and entertain them by driving around recklessly. It was always fun, and I managed to drop a transmission and find a summer girlfriend on the same afternoon one time.
We thought it was worth trying to make long distance work freshman year of college. It wasn’t. At all. That charade lasted for about 10 days.
Exterior: Broad daylight. Saab cruising the A60 between Frankfurt and Bitburg.
Interior: female passenger hikes up short skirt to reveal bare necessities. Takes driver’s hand from stick shift and places it between her thighs.
Exterior: Saab careens into rest stop. Doors spring open. Woman lies back on hood with skirt around waist. Man frantically unbuckles jeans and slides between her legs. Saab suspension gets a workout.
Offscreen: Blaring horns are heard.
Exterior: Saab pulls back on autobahn.
My first real date with my fiancee, nearly seven years ago, (we had met before but never went anywhere) was to a local drive in movie, in my 2012 VW CC. I don’t even remember what was playing. I’d never been to one before and this one, while a little shabby, was a time capsule from the 50s, complete with vintage speakers to hang on your car. We brought a pizza and snacks and had a wonderful time, just an old fashioned romantic date.
You all are sharing wholesome stories. I’m here to ruin it.
Long road trip with my long-term girlfriend from college. Lonely stretches of road. Nearly empty rest stops. You pretty much know the rest of that story. On one of those lonely stretches of road, there was another car that felt the need to pass us 2 or 3 times. Either they couldn’t keep a constant speed or they wanted to take another look at us.
I’d always wanted to try sex outside, and had an adventurous girlfriend for awhile who was up for anything. Because mosquitos exist, we finished in the back of her Chevy.
Same girlfriend had friends who lived just the right distance away. We’d visit sometimes on a Saturday, stay up drinking (I’d only have a couple so I’d be ok to drive), then on the drive home she made a challenge out of trying to finish me off before we got home. I might not have been drunk, but I wasn’t driving very well. Somehow we never got pulled over.
Had a series of business trips for a bit. My girlfriend at the time picked me up at the airport driving my stick shift and wearing a scanty top, a skirt, and absolutely nothing else. Let’s just say we couldn’t wait until we got home, and ended up in a dark corner of a nearby city park.
Got a new-to-us truck and decided we needed to christen it. Made it back to the garage, but didn’t even bother putting the door down. Opened both passenger doors so we’d have just a little privacy and made love on the bench seat.
Before we were married I went out on the town with my now-wife. Not sure what came over us that night, but both our inhibitions were lowered. I goaded her and she was willing to do anything she was told. Another car definitely saw her pleasuring me on the drive home – but we were feeling adventurous and didn’t go straight home. Ended up parking in a church parking lot and fooling around in the back of my car.
Ok, I was driving my girlfriend back from a hair appointment in my 2009 Mazda6. Her hairdresser had just given her a set of bangs under the premise that “he’ll propose if you have bangs.”
At that point, we had been together for 10 years. I had already lost my mom when we met, and about a year later, lost my dad. That, combined with a couple of seriously painful breakups in my past and a nervous breakdown, had meant that I had done a lot of therapy just to be alive and with her, because, at some place down in my core, I knew she was worth fighting for.
As we crossed an intersection, my mouth opened and “so, you wanna get married?” poured out, as though I was asking her if she wanted to get lunch.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“Yeah, I am.”
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?”
“YES! I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”
“Are you sure you’re serious?”
Gah.
I didn’t build myself up to ask, I didn’t plan some elaborate act. I just asked the woman I love to marry me because I wanted to and it felt right at that moment.
I’ll never forget the smile on her her face when we got home. We went to pick out a ring that night.
So, my most romantic moment wasn’t outwardly so, and it didn’t stain the upholstery, but I’ll never forget it.
We’re still together and have two great kids. We still laugh a lot. And I am still one lucky son of a gun.
Gotta be careful with those spontaneous asks while driving. My girlfriend asked me if I’d consider moving in with her, and didn’t even think for a half-second before bluntly declaring, “No.” It was a quiet drive after that. No follow-up questions.
To be fair, she did push me on marriage quite a bit. I still have no idea why she stuck with me, but she did.
For what it’s worth, there’s an episode of Magnum PI (the good one) where Magnum proposes to a woman in exactly the same way, just in the middle of a car chase driving her Volvo 740. You know, b/c tv.
I wonder why it didn’t work out. I blame Higgins.
I grew up on a large estate that was owned by some seriously wealthy folks. Dad was in charge of the greenhouse, formal garden, wildflower garden, berry patch and vegetable garden. Mom worked in the main house – mostly cooking but some light cleaning as well.
This 600 acre spread was pretty fantastic place to grow up for an adventurous young boy. As I moved into young man-dom I began to appreciate it for some of its… other qualities. Through the heart of the property we had a tributary of a local river. At one part of the property, in a secluded section past the apple orchard, there was a 25′ waterfall.
That waterfall was magic. And there was a dusty trail, passable by vehicles, that led right by it. So, there were several, uh, memories in and near automobiles right next to/below and on top of that waterfall
I’m 90% sure my daughter was conceived in a 5th wheel camper. My wife and I haven’t decided when to drop that bit of knowledge on her, but her wedding reception sounds about right to me.
Ah, memories. I won’t say the details, I will just say the cars.
Geo Tracker, Dodge Neon, Jeep Grand Cherokee x3, Audi A4, Various Camaros. Cavalier, Mazda6, Jetta GLI, Dodge Dakota.
I will forever be grateful for and fondly look back to those fantastic romantic moments in 1986-87 on the back bench seat of my 1969 Galaxie 500 with the French exchange student I was dating parked in the woods listening to Bach’s Brandenburg concertos.
There is more of a story to this but the short version is that I proposed to my wife in the front seat of her RAV4. She said yes
You did it in a very uncomfortable place?
Life imitating art, that is. 🙂
If DT gets that reference, I will be EXTREMELY surprised…
I came here just to say “What, like the back of a Volkswagen?”
Glad to see it has already been addressed.
Well played.
It was 1999 and I had two cars – a black & tan 1993 Miata and my 1968 Olds. The girl I was interested in had finally shown interest in me through mutual friends and we set up a date. I picked her up in the Miata and she really was enjoying the car – enough that I let her drive it. I’ll never forget the smile and laughter when she flipped the headlight switch and the pop-ups popped up. Everything on the date was kind of a disaster. It rained on our picnic, the place we were going was having it’s floors redone and smelled like chemicals… one thing after the other.
And each time something went wrong, we just kept laughing it at over and over. When she was driving the Miata she asked if I would ever let her drive my Oldsmobile. I told her that if I ever let her do that, it would be on the date where I asked her to marry me.
Flash forward around six months. I set up a date with her. Asked the local restaurant (we were very religious Jews at the time, so it was the only Kosher place in town) to have a romantic table for two ready. It wasn’t a very fancy restaurant, so the best they could muster was a small table with a table cloth and a candle in the center using a Michelob beer bottle as a candle holder. I picked her up in the Olds, took her to dinner, then headed out to a scenic spot with a lighthouse in the background. On the way there, I pulled over and asked if she wanted to drive. She took the wheel (she later admitted she was terrified of driving it – both because of the big block V8 and because I loved that car) and drove.
When we got closer to the lighthouse I told her something didn’t sound right and to pull the car over. She parked the car and I walked around to the trunk and pulled out my toolkit, set it down by the car in front of her, and opened it up to reveal that I had stashed the engagement ring there. I looked up at her from one knee and proposed.
We’ve been married for 24 years.
Every year we have dinner with a candle in the center using a Michelob bottle as a candle holder.
Fun epilogue – I just bought a 1993 Miata that is identical to the “first date” car and that’s my new daily.
Well, damn, could you give some folks a few minutes to type their replies before you come in and win the thread like that? 😉
My apologies. If it makes you feel any better, she isn’t really a car person and really doesn’t like to drive the Oldsmobile. I think she’s driven it three times since we got married. But she puts up with my obsessions so she’s perfect.
I uh.. don’t think any of my “romantic” car stories need to be shared on a family site like this.
Ooh except for the time my wife and I laid out on the D100 in the driveway and looked at the stars above our house (we live in the country), that one’s pretty wholesome.
Yeah, I’m trying to see if we get more “romantic” moments, or just sex stories responding to this topic.
Warm summer night. Mountains and stars. El Camino. One of the top ten anyhow.