We were 16 to 18 yrs old...still in high school...thought my pals dad was a prick for hosin us on the gas...but then again none of our parents would let us have their cars..it was a 66..pea green..matching interior...and that funky wood on the side...no air...and the smell of english leather and hai karate cologne stunk the car up like a french whore house one guy stole half a quart of Southern Comfort from his old mans liquor cabinet...man we were stylin...52 years later..I remember it like it was yesterday...sadly..only 4 of us are left...
