I love my Pontiac.
It'* my Time Machine.
I bought it new 29 years ago and it looks like the day I bought it but drives a lot better.
When I sit in it something magical happens.
It'* like a mental transfiguration back to 1979.
I pop in a disc from the time era and WHAM, I'm there.
Turn the key and start it up and all of a sudden my arthritic joint aches are history.....or should I say future
Press down on that loud pedal to hear all 6.6 liters rumble with that muscle car growl and I'm thinking about kissing some 25 year old.
(edited to satisfy some sensitive members