WELL, as you may have noticed from the poem that I recently posted, I've got a desire. No, really its a need. I REALLY NEED to get a 1967 Thunderbird. It is by all means the single coolest car that I have ever seen, and I may have means of getting one.
There's this old guy who's lives with my step-grandmother, i believe, and we visited them the other day. WE pull up to their house and get out of the car. As I'm getting out, I notice a garage door opening. The old guy walks out, and begins talking to my dad. Both I and my dad, of course, are paying no attention to him, but rather to what is behind him, in the garage. A '67 Thunderbird. It had just been sitting there for 15 years, with the engine still in perfect condition. It just needed a new paint job. After the old guy left, my dad said, "he may marry your grandmother." We looked at each other and I said, "I CALL THE CAR!"
What makes a '67 Thunderbird stand out? How did you learn about this car?
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