was a 1967 candy apple red, Pontiac GTO…
likely the most fun I ever had
behind the wheel of a car!
She had 4 on the floor, power and was loud
And made to go fast
So I did…
Her speedometer was broken
But the tachometer worked. Her engine cued me
when it was time to shift gears.
In two months’ time, I managed to earn
2 speeding tickets. “No speedometer was no excuse” in
Charleston, South Carolina in 1969.
I had to go to work to pay the fines.
She burned almost as much oil as she did gas
on her trip home to Texas & her engine blew
the day after we traded her in
on a brand new Malibu Classic.
It made me sad seeing her that way:
pushed off the highway, in a culvert.
But the teenager who bought her
likely had the best fun he ever had behind the wheel of a car,
for the few hours he owned her…
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of seeing and hearing
one in action…same color, same style. The driver, a
man about my age. I smiled, when we stopped at the light
& gave him the peace sign.( We did that a lot back in those days…)
He smiled back and revved the old girl up. As we drove down the road,
I dropped back a few paces, respectfully,
to admire a classic, drive away into the sunset.
© Nancilynn Saylor
Photo taken from my car today in Austin, Texas