re: #209 retired cynic

I may be a fat little old lady, but I was always a Camaro gal. My first one was great, and my second, poor thing, had been ridden hard and put away wet. But we pulled and rebuilt the motor in the kitchen one winter, and I enjoyed the feeling, even if it was a bit too much for me to truly control. Floated off a wet highway on a curve. Never had an actual wreck. But it raised my blood pressure with that engine roar, bless it. It was scarlet, with gold trim, and a T-top. All I needed was to have been 25 years younger, and I probably would have killed myself in it!

Also a long-time Camaro girl. Had:
‘78—got totalled in front of my apartment (dark green metallic)
‘80—got totalled in a parking lot (navy blue metallic)
‘82—the year they changed the body style (dark gray)
‘85 Iroc—got stolen while I was in Indianapolis; stripped of tires and wheels.
Got it fixed, got it home to Ohio; one night, during an ice-storm, got stripped
outside my apartment—again tires and wheels taken—car left on cinder blocks.
Sad as I was to say goodbye, I figured that as soon as I got it back, somebody would be by to steal the tires and rims again (black with red trim)
Then I got a Beretta, which I was pretty sure NOBODY would ever want to steal.