I love my muscle car. I love the way it looks. Sometimes I could just look at it forever. Take in all the angles, high, low, side, front, rear. There are so many, and it looks fantastic from every one. It’s shaped much different from today’s cars. It’s got passion, character, soul. One glance and you know she’s red hot. Cars were really works of art back then. Now they work for low drag coefficients thanks to the EPA, et al. They’ll never make ’em like that again. Sometimes I go out to the garage and admire. Sometimes I come out of a store and it catches my eye in a parking lot. I stop in my tracks and just look. Man, it’s gorgeous. I can’t help but smile. I’ve seen my car hundreds of times before, but I never get tired of seeing it again.
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