which is ironic, because there were only rats and junkyard dogs in sight. Nonetheless, let’s race!
At the Sign of the Cat
1967
Spread your wings
and fly away. Fency and carcentric versions of the same shot.
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Motown Wasteland
The place where Toronados wait for a museum to be built come to die.
1967 Pontiac Firebird
Parking Lot Treasures: 1967 Oldsmobile Cutlass
Cragar S/S’s are the boss, man.
No, I am not a stalker, Mr. Owner. I just couldn’t resist the spokes and that color. Why are you dialing 911?
Money is Wasted on the Rich
This is another of the Chicken king’s stable of rides. (It’s not the actual car: his was original and mint).
It’s not a grail car, because I only rode in it once, and the highlight was not ludicrous speed, driving on the beach, or cruising campus for topless Western babes jumping in to sex me up. No, the highlight was being ordered to hop out and press the pedestrian button so the light would change faster. Yes, the true purpose of this pussy magnet ego assuager was once again fulfilled in fine form.
Yay.
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with a Cougar Motorcade!
Vote For Me and All of Your Wildest Dreams Will Come True – Pedro
What a difference 30 years makes
Then (ca. 1979) Now High school would have been a million percent better if the second one was in my driveway back in the day. Karma: Think again, Mr. Band Geek.
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