Remember the Firebird car? Now that was racy! I lived in a central California valley town when I was in high school and this was the ultimate ride for cruising the avenue on a Saturday night. Not that I ever got to. I was forbidden to engage in this activity and besides, whenever I broke the rule, I had to go in a gutless Rambler American. Not the stuff to attract guys with. Oh well.
So I guess I’m still longing for expression of my racier alter ego. Voila! Fire Bird!