A Classic, that’s me.
There are classic cars, classic rock and classic clothes. Museum grade stuff brings admiring stares from the onlookers. My son points out the hidden gas filler cap behind the left hand tail light of a 1956 Chevrolet Bel-Air convertible parked in my uncle’s garage to his girlfriend. She is in awe. I remember the first time I saw that feature was when the 1956 Chevys first hit the dealerships in the fall of ’55. Every fall, I would study the new car ads to see what was different. In those years... Sign in to see full entry.