With your Impala I understand. Trust me, if I could find my dad's Camaro, I'd wet myself. This Coronet I hardly remember. It was my great-grandad's prized car and so much of it's time was in the garage while us kids were shuttled around in the back of the New Yorker (like, 6 of us little kids could sit in that car.. awesome).
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You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale
skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights. Yeah! And I'm gonna drive
around in that baby at 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon.
I may be king of the idiots, but my kingdom is vast and my subjects are everywhere
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