In late '91 or early '92, I remember my old man bringing home a cherry red all-original pristine '68 fastback.
I remember thinking how cool it was to ride in a car that only had lap belts, and if memory serves, no rear seat belts. It was beautiful. I remember him taking the family to the sonic where the waitress tried to hook the tray onto the window, but because of the metal frame around the glass, the tray wouldn't hook, and she ended up dumping a slushie right into my father's lap and onto the seat and floor. He was so mad, but kept his cool.
So, recently I was reminescing about this and realized that at the time, THAT old car was as old as an '87 5.0 is today. Wow!
So, recently I was reminescing about this and realized that at the time, THAT old car was as old as an '87 5.0 is today. Wow!




