I was 8 years into my present job. Hadn't met my present GF. Spent alot of time in the Rocky Mountains... far, far away from the BS. Had this awesome satellite company with Sunday Ticket (ironically, that dish went in the trash Sunday when I rearranged COAX cable). Was working on a new aircraft proposal. Mowed my yard, shoveled snow, and was happy I put siding on my house the previous year so I didn't have to paint again.

I was sitting by my parent's pool, ripped to the nines wondering wether or not I should attend the community college where my dad teaches and wondering how long before it was time for my shift at the video store...golden moments...

Mine was a factory V6 auto but my dad and I dropped a 355/350 combo in with a healthy cam, long tubes, 650 edelbrock, and glass packs. It was gray with some 15" cragar SS's on it. I loved that car. It was loud as fuck.

My dad also had a '73 454 SS when I was a little kid.

Decade ago I had a 89 Escort GT and a crotch rocket. Both turds. But affordable turds!

327 3 speed. orange and black with red velvet interior. fast, fast, fast.