My time machine While I was in high school, my dad bought me a new Pontiac LeMans. How he managed that on his cotton-mill salary I have yet to figure out. As I look back, this was a major sacrifice. Being a “car guy” my dad knew the importance of a cool car. I met my Janet at Shoney’s on a late October night in 1967. She has confessed more than once that the main reason she agreed to take a ride with me was because of the LeMans. Now, 41 years later, we have two wonderful children, one grandson and another on the way. I guess you could say I owe a lot to that LeMans. I’ve often pondered its fate. I hope it’s not sitting in a junkyard somewhere half covered in kudzu rusting away. I recently discovered for sale in Virginia a LeMans like the one I had in high school. That LeMans has a new home in my garage. The next time you see me cruising it down Franklin Avenue you can be sure the radio is playing 60s music and for the moment it’s 1967 again. I like to think of it as my personal time machine. It takes me back to some of the best memories of my life. Don Pittman |
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