You loved your job. It had always been your dream to become a fashion designer and you knew you would be able to work up to it. But being the assistant to an ungrateful boss left you more than a little stressed. Well, lucky for you Barry was always willing to cheer you up.
“You can’t let her get under your skin.” Barry sighed, taking another sip of his drink.
“I know.” You nodded “She’s just such a bitch to me all the time.”
“Maybe its cause you’re prettier than her.” He joked, happy to see the smile on your face.
“You’re sweet.” You stated, resting your hand atop his own.
“Well I’ve got to go,” He said with a glance at his watch “but I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“If I make it through yet another day of the torture.” You exclaimed, putting a hand to your head for dramatics.
“Night.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Dodge Tradesman A-100 Barris Supervan, 1966. Originally designed by George Barris as “The Love Machine” and reincarnated for the 1977 movie “SuperVan.” It appeared in a number of movies and TV shows, such as “Back to the Future II,” “Sea Quest” and “Solar Crisis.” It sold at auction in 2016 for $62,700
“I still cannot believe you’re going on a date with this boy.” You sighed, closing your eyes to take a breath. You’d been getting ready for an hour now and still couldn’t believe you were actually going.
“Neither can I.” You admitted “I mean, I left the country for two years and learned French. Yet I can’t say no to the guy that broke my heart, in either language.”
“Oh honey.” Camille laughed “You’ve got it bad.”
“Maybe this date will tank and I’ll be over him for good.” You offered.
“Or maybe you’ll spend the night.” You stuck your tongue out at her to which she laughed.
“Well I have some designs to review, but I want you to call me as soon as it’s over.”
“You got it.” You agreed, applying the finishing touches to your hair.
“Au revoir love.”
You couldn’t help the nerves that had settled in your stomach. The amount of times you’d changed outfits was about six too many. Eventually you’d chosen an off-shoulder high low dress with matching heels and a small black clutch. You felt pretty which calmed about two percent of the butterflies in your stomach.
When your phone buzzed you had to take a deep breath before looking.
Allen: I’m downstairs :)
Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in your dress. Tonight would be fine, you would be fine and nothing would come of it. At the most, you thought, you were willing to be his friend. With this thought in mind you grabbed your bag and a jacket and headed down.
On September 30th, 1955, James Dean was driving his Porsche Spyder when it crashed (head on) with another car. Dean was pinned inside, neck broken. His friend in the passenger seat was thrown from the car and survived. So did the man Dean crashed into.
This is where the urban legend of this curse begins. George Barris (a car designer) bought the Porsche to use it for parts. When it was delivered to his yard, it rolled of the truck and broke a mechanic’s legs.
Next, a doctor named, Troy McHenry bought the engine of the Porsche to replace his own. He died in a car crash the first time he took it out for a drive.
The fatalities and injuries continue. Another doctor bought some parts and was seriously injured in a car wreck. Someone bought two of the tires and got into a wreck when both of them blew out at the same time. The shell of the Dean car was being transported to a road safety exhibition in Salinas when the truck skidded and crashed. The driver was killed. This urban legend, whether true or not, is an interesting one.