Did you know that a bright yellow 1967 Camaro can bring complete and utter joy to a man? Neither did I. I love that it’s yellow, and I love that it smells like my Dad’s old GTO, other than that, I don’t get it. It’s loud and obnoxious, and constantly has to be fixed, and OMG, he loves it so much, I’m almost jealous. I’m not into old cars, or fast cars, or cars in general. That said, she’s awful pretty, and I’m tempted to drive her to the grocery store just for kicks.
