There’s a silver El Camino for sale at a nearby gas station, tempting me every morning and afternoon as I make my commute. I don’t know why I have a crush on a muscle car, considering what I drive, but I do.
Another secret outed, another weight lifted. Next, I’ll discuss my love of big, clunky shoes and my inability to properly coordinate interior paint colors.
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You like ethnic cars, that’s the common denominator.
That would explain the Eurotrash scooter I drove around as a teenager.
El Camino’s are sweet cars, You didnt mention what year it is, Although every El is a gem, some just look meaner than others, My fav is 68-72.