It is my life’s dream to drive a muscle car. I made that dream a reality this weekend when I picked up my grandmother’s golden ’67 Camaro from storage a few hours away. This may or may not have resulted in my spending the night in a Motel 6 in Dale, Indiana, but I think it was worth it. I think I look right foxy behind the wheel of this sucker. One day. One. Day.
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