My neighbor revved up his car last night and I was taken back to my youth. He has a Camaro. It reminded me of the sound of my Cougar, which I wish I still owned. (1976 or ‘78?)
It had eyelashes! I loved the lids on the lights, and the color was a deep greenish black, which I called, “green.” The summer of my freshman year of college I drove friends home to Annapolis in this car. (I have got to tell that tale in depth one day. Someone remind me.)
Anyway, it had myriad problems, and when I had to drive in the winter with the window down in a blizzard, it was a challenge. It was just one of those “contemporary standards” which called for me to have a more reliable transport. I didn’t have the money to keep it, nor the forward thinking to see the investment. Even my brother loved that car and tracked it down a few years back. Apparently it lives again about four miles from me!
Thankfully, my neighbor revs up his oldie and I get to remember mine. Good memories and no headaches.