Talk about memory lane.
 
In 1966 my "steady" was the daughter of a man with two American Motors dealerships. We were talking the big M word and I was close to being a son-in-law. 
 
But my dad was a Pontiac man.
 
So for the Prom I insisted on driving my 56 Starchief instead of the Javelin or the Marlin her father offered. I could have had anything on the lot. Including his lovely blonde daughter.
 
But, I was my own man! We went to the prom in the Pontiac. And later, I was single, looking for a new girlfriend.:( 
 
 
roadster with a stick
 
 
And there goes any and all perceptions you all had that I might be intelligent.:rolleyes: