Love & Camaros
The first time that I saw her was in 1968 – I was beside
myself. I had never seen another like her… I knew in my heart that she was a beast and I didn’t know how I was going to get up the guts to… I just knew I had to have her.
The times we spent together were some of the best in my young life. I was the envy of all of my friends.
None of them had a 1968 Chevy Camaro Rally SS with a 350 block V8 engine in it. They all drove something that was the competition – although never as interesting.
It was cruising down the main beat and drag that I met the love of my life – Rae.
When I first saw her, I felt a buzzing in my stomach – kind of a hot feeling. When I looked at her, time seemed to stand still while only she moved.
Like my SS, she too came fully equipped with a phenomenal posture and curves that I wanted so badly to test out – in my SS.
I used to think that it would be a dream for me to own this car – but then it had become a reality.
Rae was the dream girl of every man in town – every man in town was also a victim of the proverbial shotgun with which she used to shoot them down. However, none of them drove what I drove, so in all of my youth and cockiness I felt that anything was possible – and truly believed that I was immortal, even against shotguns.
I roared alongside her, the sound of the engine normally startled most people – it merely caught her attention, few things did.
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