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My dad bought a 1970 GTO, pale yellow, black vinyl roof, black interior,
400, slap stick, in 1970. For many years I was "allowed" to drive it
whenever I wanted. One beautiful summer day I had taken it out for a
drive, I had yet to put the peddle to the metal, so out the neighborhood
I went, and turned onto a great road to do this with. I stopped,
checking for traffic and cops, and smashed the peddle to the floor...I
must of looked like a cartoon, I was pushed back against the seat, arms
outstretched, head rolling on the headrest, and just smiling away. It
took me many years to tell this story to my father, and when I did he
had one of his looks, shook his head and didn't say a word.
We still have the GTO, my father passed away last year and it's taken me
this long to get it back on the road, it's still a beauty. |
