We all have them. At some point in our existence, we have come across a vehicle that just takes hold of you and doesn't let go. No matter what vehicle you own or drive since, in the back of your head, you're thinking, "Yeah. But it ain't...." It may be a Porsche that whipped by you in a mountain pass. Maybe a Ferrari that blew by you on the interstate. Or a '57 Chevy so beautiful, it made you cry.
It could be American muscle, European styling, or even Japanese reliability that holds your attention through the years. Whatever it is there are those cars that, "If I ever win the lottery, I'm gonna have one of those." This is the story of mine.
In 1979 we were moving house. Not just down the road, but halfway across the state. Due to an unfortunate series of circumstances involving some less than scrupulous businessmen, we found ourselves living in a tent in an RV park for 3 months during the summer. Both parents and brothers working, I was 11 and with no school, was essentially allowed to fend for myself. So, accordingly, I roamed all over the State Park across the road, the RV park and surrounding areas. But I didn't have to go far to find my vehicular kryptonite.
Right next door to the RV park was a house. And parked on the driveway beside that house, was a 1966 Pontiac Gto, dark blue in color, and, to my eye, the best looking I'd ever seen. I was 11, the girl thing would come later that summer, at the lake. This is a close example I found on Google:
If I ever win the lottery.....
What's your Great White Whale? What car stays with you to this day? The Lamborghini on your poster, or your grandpas old farm truck?
It could be American muscle, European styling, or even Japanese reliability that holds your attention through the years. Whatever it is there are those cars that, "If I ever win the lottery, I'm gonna have one of those." This is the story of mine.
In 1979 we were moving house. Not just down the road, but halfway across the state. Due to an unfortunate series of circumstances involving some less than scrupulous businessmen, we found ourselves living in a tent in an RV park for 3 months during the summer. Both parents and brothers working, I was 11 and with no school, was essentially allowed to fend for myself. So, accordingly, I roamed all over the State Park across the road, the RV park and surrounding areas. But I didn't have to go far to find my vehicular kryptonite.
Right next door to the RV park was a house. And parked on the driveway beside that house, was a 1966 Pontiac Gto, dark blue in color, and, to my eye, the best looking I'd ever seen. I was 11, the girl thing would come later that summer, at the lake. This is a close example I found on Google:
If I ever win the lottery.....
What's your Great White Whale? What car stays with you to this day? The Lamborghini on your poster, or your grandpas old farm truck?
