Originally Posted by cranky old dude

Unfortunately I tend to live up to that statement more often than I
would like.

By the way, my wife was driving a '69 Chevelle when we met. It was that
dark blue with the white vinal roof. Very pretty car (and driver), though it
was only a 307(the car). It finally started depositing bits and pieces
of itself along the highway and we had to send it on its way. Sigh, the
good old days.