Pulled into the parking lot of lovely Tallwood C.C., and there it was, a 1968 Chevrolet Caprice. I had a 1968 Chevrolet Caprice. Mine was white with a black vinyl top and blue interior.
As I walked around it, it brought back a flood of memories.
Like what an absolute piece of $%@! it was.
Yeah, yeah, I know I’m supposed to wax rhapsodic about Glory Days and Chevrolets, but that thing was a gas-guzzling, oil-spitting piece of (see above line).
I will say this for it, though. A small family could live in the trunk.