My Father’s Daughter

When I was a kid my dad had a Camaro. Before you get too excited, it was a beater. I hated this car. I was 10 and had already discovered the necessity of “cool”- this car wasn’t it. 1967 body with primer grey and rust accented exterior, ripped up black leather seats (the front passenger... Continue Reading →

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