An important part of the muscle car experience is the sound. That low “don’t mess with me” rumble when it is idling, turns into ear-splitting roar when you stomp on the gas. Can’t beat it.
While growing up on the farm, I wore levis, sweat shirts or t shirts and always tennis shoes, unless I was riding my horse when I wore cowboy boots. I know, I'm a girl and we're not supposed to look like that all the time....but here I sit. In my levis, t shirt and white tennies.. My grandma tried her best to get me to wear dresses. She would buy me one when she came to visit and I had to wear it while she was there...unless I had to go outside to play...which was 90 percent of the time. I explained to my mom I hated wearing a dress. I liked to run and climb trees and things. Did you ever try to wear a dress with your legs not covered and doing these things? I bet not! So you can understand. I never fell into the girl fashion things. Now, if I ever go out to a nice restaurant to eat....which is very seldom, I will put on a nice pair of slacks and a nice blouse, with white tennies if I can get away with them. I don't like leather shoes on my feet...my feet don't like them either. I won't and can't ever wear heels. I can't walk on my toes. And heels pinch your feet. They are horrible for your feet. And, most uncomfortable.
So maybe my life is boring, clothwise, but I am very comfortable, thank you. And I do like to look clean and neat. That much is true of me. If I need bling, I add earrings, a bracelet, necklace and rings. Bling is easy to put together and fun to wear. It makes me feel better and I even add perfume if I go to the pub or something. People at least will turn and look at me as I pass, just because I smell good. Whatever works, I say.
Thank you for laying this out.
You know how to live.
Classic joy cannot be beat.
Declares the owner
of a dark green Z28
with hp out the hooha.
Only car I ever owned.
Only car I ever want.
Oh boy, I bet that sweet Z28 purrs like a big jungle cat. I can almost hear it. Thanks for the comment, Dr D.
how did you know
she's a cat!!! 😺
her name is Namir
which is Hebrew
for swift cat
and she purrs
with feral feline ferocity
An important part of the muscle car experience is the sound. That low “don’t mess with me” rumble when it is idling, turns into ear-splitting roar when you stomp on the gas. Can’t beat it.
o hell yeah
it's enough to raise the dead
my son drives
a 67 mustang
and he f' ing knows how
I challenged him
to a street rumble
but he hasn't dared
take me up on it yet
scared I'll clean his clock:)
thanks so much
for sharing your joys!
While growing up on the farm, I wore levis, sweat shirts or t shirts and always tennis shoes, unless I was riding my horse when I wore cowboy boots. I know, I'm a girl and we're not supposed to look like that all the time....but here I sit. In my levis, t shirt and white tennies.. My grandma tried her best to get me to wear dresses. She would buy me one when she came to visit and I had to wear it while she was there...unless I had to go outside to play...which was 90 percent of the time. I explained to my mom I hated wearing a dress. I liked to run and climb trees and things. Did you ever try to wear a dress with your legs not covered and doing these things? I bet not! So you can understand. I never fell into the girl fashion things. Now, if I ever go out to a nice restaurant to eat....which is very seldom, I will put on a nice pair of slacks and a nice blouse, with white tennies if I can get away with them. I don't like leather shoes on my feet...my feet don't like them either. I won't and can't ever wear heels. I can't walk on my toes. And heels pinch your feet. They are horrible for your feet. And, most uncomfortable.
So maybe my life is boring, clothwise, but I am very comfortable, thank you. And I do like to look clean and neat. That much is true of me. If I need bling, I add earrings, a bracelet, necklace and rings. Bling is easy to put together and fun to wear. It makes me feel better and I even add perfume if I go to the pub or something. People at least will turn and look at me as I pass, just because I smell good. Whatever works, I say.
“Whatever works”, that’s the key. I’m all for that. Always appreciate the comments, Kate.