Granny always kept her 1965 Fairlane covered in the garage.  We all knew it was clean, and the cheapest of all Fairlanes -- a 2-door sedan.  What an ugly car!

So, no one ever looked under Granny's cover.  That is, until a local cop came to the house one day looking for Granny.  It seems she was seen burning rubber in front of the grocery store and the pharmacy where she got her prescriptions filled.  That was when we became suspicious of the "Grocery Getter."

We uncovered Granny's car to find that it sported a 298 high performance V-8, 4-speed and 3.89 gears --  a genuine K-Code Fairlane!

Granny got a minimum fine and the car was given to me.

I touched up the paint and replaced the clutch, pressure plate and throw-out bearing.  Granny had burned out those last few items on her visits to the grocer and druggist.

Granny said she suffered from anxiety whenever driving the little Cobra.  She couldn't resist kicking butt out of Camaros, Firebirds and Mopars.  Her words to me were, "Sam, this car really rips!  Take care of it, and if you don't tell the perverts it's a K-code, no one will ever know.  Unless, of course, you show yourself in front of the grocery, or the drug store."

Thanks, Grandmaw Suzie, I'll remember that...

(While this isn't exactly the whole truth, it does make a pretty good story, don't you think?  ~~Sam)