67 Camaro Small Block

I had a Camaro, my pride and joy. She was fast as the wind. My " big girl's " toy. A three fifty small block engine that purred. When I revved that motor it was all that you heard. Zero to sixty on a dime. I had a lead foot then, most of the time. I've settled down some now that I'm old. My current car is slow, like me, I am told. But when I hear a motor that roars in my ears, it brings back memories that can bring me to tears, of a lead footed girl and her car that could race. Remembering them both brings a smile to my face. 04/12/2015