Take a ride in my dad’s Pontiac.
It was inside out a luxurious 70’s green. Just like the illustration to your right ☛ ☛ ☛
I read somewhere that “the 1971 Bonneville was a little bit of class for the middle class”….
I don’t know the precise year of his model, but my father’s was a V8 monster of a magnificent machine. Dark and enormous, the bench seats spanned a mile when I climbed in. Everything is BIG when you’re three years old.
Inside and out
FOREST GREEN M-A-D-N-E-S-S.
Driving with the windows down, odors of noxious exhaust rising from the hot summer asphalt streets.
Tuned in to KGGI 99.1 FM on the radio.
The Eagles. Hall and Oats. Earth Wind and Fire.
Or the occasional 8 TRACK tape - that way an upgrade!
You have to google them with the word “vintage” now...
The Commodores or Michael Jackson, of course.
A rash forms on the back of my thighs as I individually unstick teach one from the plastic seat covers.
B-A-C. BEFORE AIR CONDITIONING.
Somewhere air conditioning is still considered a luxury.
Where I’m from, its a simple necessity.
Heat stroke nausea preventative.
Am I really this old?
Over and out.
Signed, California Girl.