It's Not The Highest of Highs, But Love My V8!
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Was young back then, too young to drive so had to make due with watching those beautiful cars speed by as we traveled like molasses across the country in a station wagon (How embarrassing!) for vacation. Kept track of the cars saw in a notebook, and at the end of vacation, searched magazines to find the pictures of the cars to add to the notebook.
By the time was old enough to buy my first car, definitely in a gas crunch. Remember that? The whole country was on a strict schedule of odd and even days gas buying. It seemed like the end of the world, as car manufacturers came out with things like the Pinto and the Gremlin. Just could not see anyone tooling around town in something so small and so slow, well-mean, I was convinced that it might just be better to walk.
Bought a beat up Chrysler that got about 10 miles to the gallon. Didn't care, it was big, beautiful, had lots of chrome and went like a bat outta, well, you know where. Would you believe went from that to a bicycle? Yes, it's true, but don't tell anyone or will claim it's a lie. Had become an urban dweller with an eye on environmental issues. Could easily bike the few miles needed to go to get to work, and the grocery was close as well. The tricky part was night clubbing and riding the bike home, but hey, like Dads say, where there is a will there is a way.
Next choice for transportation was a small Honda motorcycle, which figured would be good on gas, easy to park at the over crowded college attended, and would get me home a lot faster after the clubs closed. After the first and only motorcycle accident, reviewed the love affair with muscle cars and bought a beat up Nova.
She needed a lot of care, but was willing to give that car what she needed and was hooked on 8 cylinders again. next auto was another Nova, and then, finally, started making a little money so set out to get a really fine car. Best choice? A 1995 Camaro Z28 with a LS1 V8, 5.7 liter and 275 horse power. Now this was a few years ago mind you, and gas was not priced like it is today. Still remember spending twenty dollars to fill her up and thinking what a decadent anti-environmentalist. But you know, did it anyway because there is nothing finer than hitting the road in a car that goes so fast it will scare you to pass someone.
Don't drive the Camaro every day any more. She's the just for fun car that takes sixty bucks to fill with gas and has trunk room for a few groceries, no more.
So drive something much less powerful now, just to get back and forth. Nohaven't reverted to the bicycle, but some days it feels like it. |
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Chris Jensen
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