There are a lot of different vehicles out there and a big percentage of them are special to someone. Some are special because they are stylish, some because they are fast, some because they are unique, some because they bring back memories, and some because they are (or were) mine. You can substitute your name for the last word in the last sentence.
For example, remember one of my old blogs where I should you pictures of my most favorite car that I had ever owned? Here is a picture of that car, a 1957 Chevy Convertible:
Now that was a great car, fast and sleek with great styling and a handsome driver (grin). OK, scratch the last part about the driver. I attended the yearly NHRA Top Fuel Drag Race at the Royal Purple Race Track just west of Baytown, TX a few weeks ago. I will not bore you with all the details of the race, since I did that in a blog last year, and, if you get me started, it would take you all day to read all that I would write about it. You want details, ask me in person or better yet, attend one. No other experience compares to it.
OK, while I was there I spotted a vehicle in the pits that I believe would just about be perfect for me and the three B’s. You know, us old farts: Me, Billy-Bob, Ben, and Barney. This vehicle has styling that brings back the memory of the 50’s, has seating enough for all of us, and doesn’t use much fuel. Take a look and see what you think:
Now the three B’s could get more use out of it than I would, since I don’t play golf and have no desire to do so. But I think it would be a great ride and I could use it to take the garbage down to the road. . .
You all have a fine day now, you hear?