'70 Chevelle SS convertible here.
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I am the least mechanical person I’ve ever met. Zero interest in muscle cars.
But, my classmates were born and bred Motor City sommeliers when it came to cars and speed.
The high school parking lot had plenty of cars. I remember Camaro’s being “a thing.”
Link: https://www.motortrend.com/news/detroits-woodward-avenue-cruise-history/
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I got stuck with an ‘89 Ford Escort GT. Had a center console so you had to jump in the back seat which had no room. Real mood killer! Lol.
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It'll have a Camaro, GTO, Mustang, several mopars, amc, does something like a 442 not even make the list?
'67 Burgundy GTO convertible...
Fellow ND alum opened my eyes with his '65 model (3 Deuces)...
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btw, i used to rent Shelby GT350s from Hertz on business trips to CA...got pulled over in Gilroy late one night on my way back from the Nepenthe restaurant in Big Sur to San Jose...left the engine running...didn't give him any nonsense and he gave me a warning...must have liked the sound coming out of those pipes....heard a rumor that Hertz is offering 2022 Shelby Mustangs at selected locations...definitely worth looking into ;-).
Which is actually a great drive.
Good you left the Gt running. That hum gets'em every time.
All other muscle cars are wannabe’s.
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Eleanor Mustang?
Camaro SS 396?
My father had a friend growing up named Don. He was loud and obnoxious, and his views on race fit in very well with the dominant views on race in northern Indiana. He also owned a Shelby Cobra. I don't know how he afforded it but he had one. If he wasn't an alcoholic by high school, he was within a few years afterwards. One time my father rode with him down to the Indy 500. Back in those days, spectators could park inside the oval. They watched the race and when they walked back to the car, there was a gold Shelby Cobra parked near where they parked. Don was admiring it. Don never stopped talking. As he was admiring it and going on about it, a black man walked past, said hi, got in the car, fired it up, and drove away. Don fell silent. They walked back to his car. Finally inside, Don broke the silence: "Yeah, that was a pretty good colored guy."
Years later, my father, Don, and Don's son, Clint, were in a boat, doing some crappie fishing on the Wisconsin-UP border. Don was as loud and obnoxious as ever, and his alcoholism was clearer. We were out in the boat and he was bragging about his boy and talking up his knowledge of everything. I was just sitting there fishing, trying to ignore him. He said something about Clint as a bald eagle flew in from the west and, maybe 20 yards from the boat, snatched a fish and flew right over us and off into the horizon. That was the second time in his life that Don fell silent. My father and I joked that by the time he got back to Indiana, the story had changed to, "That damn eagle swooped down and picked up Clint, and I hit him with the paddle to get Clint back."
Many years later, my father went to a high school reunion, and Don was there. After all those years, he finally sobered up, had a new wife who was nice, and all the loudness and obnoxiousness had vanished. There had been a normal, decent guy underneath the surface all those years.
I don't know what happened to his Cobra.
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Now, I see one, two three, most days. Unfortunately, they're on the opposite end of the avian intelligence scale from crows and ravens. I've seen more than a few bald eagles dead on the sides of roads, because they often don't have the sense to avoid cars as they feed on a carcass. Crows have to be near the top of all animals, in terms of intelligence.
The trip at the time was to be just over 100 miles. When we arrived at the launch point, she wanted to get used to
the canoe (she had been in a canoe once or twice before) so we paddled out onto a smallish pond
and we were going through the strokes, getting comfortable before we got out onto the bigger water.
We sat for a moment looking out over the water when a bald eagle fell out of the sky not two yards from her
and picked off a fairly big fish. The Eagle took off with the fish and that ended up being the only fish we
saw the entire trip. We fished for our dinner every day but never caught a thing.
It was a great trip.
Basically the 427 idea.
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And a handsome car at that.
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