Some things don't happen in a Pinto
I'm not sure, but I never had a bunch of attractive young ladies jump out of their truck at a red light to hop into my other cars, like they did as I drove the Cocoa Beach Fla. coastline in my "Z."
Nor have men and women of all ages expressed their "love" for my other rides as they have for the "Z" ... at red lights ... in traffic ... as I park at the mall ... at my apartment complex ... at work. You get the idea.
Wish I could attribute this attention to my sparkling personality or male model like looks, but somehow I'm thinking it is, in fact, the car.
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