Re: Interior styles
When I look at that Chevelle interior it just floods my mind with memories of running around in the sun with my bare feet, and not a care in the world.
All while my Dad was laying the Turtle Wax onto whatever car he had at the time. I can still get the smell of those cars in my nose sometimes. Makes me miss the him.
He would finish up and take us out for a Sunday ride after listening to the race on the old AM. I thought the diamond tuck was the coolest thing to sit on at the time.
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