Hubby's Dream Car

to be fair, i decided to post this beauty for mr. nina. while his dream is a 1966 gto and this one is a 1964, it's still a gto. also taken last summer. he had a 66 a few years ago and unfortunately due to a job layoff, he was forced to sell it. it was so beautiful. black with black interior. he bought it up in portland and drove it home at 120 mph. the reasons for that are twofold. one of course, it's a gto and you just cannot drive a muscle car 65 mph. they demand speed. second, and most important, it was getting dark and the headlights didn't work on the thing, so he was racing to beat the sunset. when he arrived home, he revved up the engine so that i would come out and look at it. he needn't have done that--i heard him coming up the street. but i did run outside, where suddenly i was back in time, a giddy young teenager, waiting for my handsome hot prince to pick me up in his bad boy car. he leaned out the window and said in a deep voice, winking at me with a devilish smile, "wanna go for a ride little girl?" i actually squealed, clapped my hands and jumped into the car. around the block we went. there were no seatbelts in the car (being it was made before seatbelts were mandatory) and being the interior was vinyl, i slid all over the place. it didn't have an "oh shit" handle, so i had to hold onto the dash. several weeks later that ceased being an option. one sunday afternoon, while out on a little joy ride, hubby punched the gas pedal a little too hard. we jolted forward at such an intense rate, the dashboard fell off into our laps. at first we were in shock, then we started to laugh. hysterically. aaahhhh, how i miss that car. how he misses that car--terribly. one day he shall buy another one. one day soon............