My biological dad spent half of my life building one.
My adopted Dad owned one.
I drove it. I drove it with the pedal to the floor, my head slammed against the headrest, with a large terrified grin on my face. The engine sounds like a thousand tigers clawing their way out of the hood, the heavy frame and body feels like a jaguar cat bounding through the jungle and the exhilaration of it all is indescribable.
I want it back. Since I technically don't have a car right now, though I will soon, I dream of owning a purple Camaro SS. Yes, I know, who drives a purple SS?
Me. I will. I will sign up for that please. Don't judge me till you sit in the front seat. ;)
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