I keep thinking back to driving to town in the Chevelle. Not sure what brings me back in time. A song on the radio, a certain smell of gasoline, a stretch of road. Either way, I find myself transported back to the late 80s, motoring a long, listening to the music of 8 cylinders ringing though the glasspacks, all 4 windows down, getting ready to cruise town. I still try to relive this even if I am in my pickup. Every once in a while, I get the chance to get the Chevelle out, but it always seems like I have work or something else to do. That's my story. Got to work to buy gasoline. Hahaha.