One of my cousins is still driving my dad’s 1982 RX-7, “The Silver Bullet.” He sold it to my uncle when he got the red BMW (from the factory, when my brother was stationed in Germany), and one of the daughters fell in love with it. My brother’s ex-wife ended up with the red BMW, and Dad is still mad about it if he sees a picture ... otherwise it’s lost to Alzheimer’s.
A lot of memories in our old cars ... driving across the desert in a Buick, listening to the Watergate Hearings on the radio ... from Texas to Rhode Island in the ‘72 240Z, with a pissed-off Siamese cat ... looking for a Japanese alternator in West Texas, “Don’t y’all have a ‘Merican car?”