In every males life or at least males that are real male not queers there is a coming of age and thus a summer that asks the question is this my time. That summer we had just barely moved to the Hazzard valley of Idaho. Being raised in a then, rural town of Layton Utah, now a very metro area, I had little experience in the ways of love or and especially sexual things. This did not mean I had not dreamt of it but I had very little knowledge at least working knowledge of getting a woman to part me from my virginity. Many young males all wished for a person a woman who was older to show us what we needed to know. In the Summer of 73 I was just getting my fingers greasy under the hood of a car. Dad had owned this 1956 Mercury Montclair that I was determined to make my ride. When many were tinkering with older Chevy's I picked an old Merc. A few miles barely yards from our small house then, in Hazzard was this old scrap yard owned by this goofball by the name of Less Lynch. He had wedded a few years earlier a beautiful woman by the name of Cathy. Who I thought had the looks of a model, but not approachable, and certainly not available. Every morning I saw her as we rode by the even tiny home on Lemmon road feeding the chickens. Winter months she wore short house coats during the spring and summer months she wore even less. During the spring of 1973 during the first oil embargo I got a Suzuki Trail-hopper mini bike. It was a scoot just really small. Barely street legal, but it did have a whoa light and turn signals. At 50 cc's and only 70 horsepower no body was going to break the speed records but it did get me where I wanted to go. Especially by Cathy's house. Apparently Cathy and Less had parted ways and I thought why not? So I started applying a scam to see where this might go. During this time a book followed by a movie came out called the Summer of 42 which nearly described my experiences with Cathy. So much in fact I thought maybe somebody had lifted an old journal of mine from school nd wrote the book without letting me in on it. Even then there was identity theft. I used to think that many of my life's adventures was being made into TV shows or at minimum screenplays. Back in sixth grade there was this great looking woman named Patricia Jensen who had legs that would not quit. This is where and when the fascination or at least the tactile that means the feel of nylon hose against my skin started. See at the time I thought since so many guys looked after the areas of a hot behind or big well shaped breasts I would focus my compliments on areas of the female body most guys ignored. Like legs and of course feet mainly toes. Who would ever have thought that , that fascination would surface in my adult years as a tag line for my towing service on TV ads. The reasoning as one told me, would be for me to have to just desire but be ordered and made to sit, kneel or otherwise by in front of a lady wearing nylon hose and kiss her toes having to smell raunchy feet for however long it took to shoot the TV ad in hopes I would get my fill of that and not be so strange. The Summer of 73 ended with me in Cathy's 57 Chevy Nomad wagon, at the Hazzard Fair kissing her good bye. I never heard from her again and never really found out what ever really happened to her after that summer. All I can remember is that she took my youthful sexual inexperience and turned it into a memory of one super hot lady in white hot pants, go-go boots,purple nylons and a very short cropped halter top. That I still see. I have talked to her ex hubby Les quite often as we have became good friends. In fact Les runs the Hazzard shop to this day, of Southern Eagle Kustmz. But I do think that every man has that Summer of 73, or more properly said, Summer of 42.
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