He finally found one beauty of a beast.
When we baby boomers came of driving age, high performance wasn’t just an option, it was a movement. Premium gas was 35 cents a gallon—who cared about economy? In high school, I’d see some of the neighborhood’s hottest cars being driven around the block. Like a lot of the kids who were walking instead of riding, I was in awe. I wanted one.
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December / January 2018