after reading all this: I think I am going to physically disable my children from driving.
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after reading all this: I think I am going to physically disable my children from driving.
HAHAHA
"It just says it’s more fun, which you sports-car enthusiasts probably already knew."
Yeah, that’s why I love 'em.
For the official record of things though, and since you mentioned growing up with Oldsmobiles, I grew up being carted around in the reverse-facing, very back seat of an Oldsmobile station wagon myself. (It even had faux wood panels.) Some of the frumpiest cars in America spent time in our driveway. A Volvo station wagon, a Dodge minivan… ugh. I don’t know where my sports-car enthusiasm comes from–unless it’s an extension of my trashy affection for slick speedboats, which seems to get a little worse each year.
My dream car is a 1967-ish yellow convertible Volkswagon Karmann Ghia. Or an old MG. For now I’m thinking of souping up my Miata. I want one of those mufflers that really blares.