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Originally Posted by Squidward
My story is pretty ordinary, really.
My family was traveling down south in the 70's. We stopped off at a barbecue joint along a country road to get some food and go to the bathroom. I was jiggling around with a gumball machine, hoping to get a freebie. A mustached dude in a cowboy hat walked by and knocked me over into a stack of Coors beer cases and catfish entrails. The man apologized, and gave me his cowboy hat to make amends. He then jumped into a gold trimmed Trans Am with T-tops, and sped away.
I never forgot that Trans Am. And so started my love of Pontiacs.
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Yeah, I might have made up some (all) of that.
I loved the killer flaming hood birds as a kid growing up in the 70's. I liked Smokey and the Bandit. And while shopping for a first car we checked out a host of ever plentiful 2nd gen F bodies, including a snoozer Camaro or two. The 77 Formula 350 was too rusty, but the 78 Formula 400 with T-tops was just the ticket. I think Dad was living a little through me. And a month and a half after getting my license I got a ticket for 92 in a 55.
Note to self: Call Dad today, tell him I love him, and tell him thanks for reacting to that ticket as best as a father probably could.