"Ah, the Pinto.
Takes me back. (And apparently, I'm not alone.)
In June of 1976 I graduated from high school and made my way to the local Ford dealer. (Before I was obsessed with Volvos I was fixated on Fords. Things change as you grow older and wiser.)
The car I had been driving throughout high school was a Ford Fairlane 500 that was older than I was. It was HUGE, with a three-on-the-tree, power nothing, and no air conditioning. In Texas. I was dating a girl at the time whose…"
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