t was May 1968, and I had just gotten out of the U.S. Air Force plus a year in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). I had been gone from the United States basically for about five years, and while I was gone, the “pony car” era had begun and was well underway. Coming home to the Kalamazoo, Mich., area was like arriving in a foreign country as far as the cars were concerned, as I had missed the introduction
NEVER LET GO
Dec 25, 2023
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