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when I was 15 my dad hit male menopause and came home with mom's new car, a "burgundy" pontiac grand prix with a black vinal top and a really, really burgundy interior. He had no idea what he had brought home, we had never had anything but station wagons (the kind of guy who mowed the yard in wingtips and black socks and bermuda shorts, looked like Vince Lombardi.).
The thing had a 455 in it... all he knew was that it was "peppy".
My brother was about 17 at the time and I had a learners permit.... very memorable car and times had by all... the fact that we are still alive is a miracle.
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