I found myself passing this tasty-looking '64 Pontiac Bonneville convertible...
As we came to the traffic light at Georgetown Road, he drifted into the left lane behind me. He was just moseying along, as one does in a classic droptop like that on a sunny day, and a gap of probably eight or ten car lengths opened between us.
When I caught the yellow at Guion Road and knew he'd have to stop, there was only one thing I could do: Pull off onto the shoulder, unass the Zed Drei with the camera, and wait for the light to turn green.
Aw, yes. That's some choice Detroit iron, right there.
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