Forgotten

Here I sit,old,rotted and forgotten, a relic of the old days when I was fast and furious. Now my hardware is useless in this new age, in the computer era. I sit idle with all else that is forgotten. My name was of greatness in it's time, one that was not forgotten, and feared by those who knew me. Never to be reborn, like the others that were updated and remodeled, shrunk and disgraced by efficiency. I guess my breed is no more, I will wither in the minds of the new breed and die with the old. Somewhere though, there will appear,like a ghost, another sixty nine GTO.