Oh, and it's fun to drive. Definitely a two hands on wheel at all times operation, but the kid's got chops.

At gas stations, the silver and white beards gather in and start wagging, uttering silver-tongued exultations of adulation.

But, the little-uns have yet to exclaim in youthful jubilation "look Dad, it's a race car!" I guess I'll miss hearing that, as I'm selling the 75 firebird to make room. Many here accompanied me while muddling through the bird's restoration oversights.