It was in 1991 just after graduating
from college (for those of you who have seen my
photo, I was a "late bloomer"!) that
I was romanced by a sleek red Camaro RS Coupe.
In the first two months that this beauty and I
were a team "we" got three speeding
tickets because: 1) it hugged the road and I didn't
realize (care?) how fast I was really going; and
2) the bright red paint stood out in a crowd especially
in the small town where I lived and worked at
Sorry guys, but I couldn't tell you now what was
under the hood, what kind of tires it had on it,
what speed it was capable of (except too much).
All I knew was that it made me feel alive when
I drove it... stood out in a crowd.