"In 1985 I was needing a new, more affordable ride. My previous car was an old souped up Impala that got 7 MPG! Fun but ugly and expensive. I checked out a few ads, looked at several "questionable cars" that were up or sale, but finally happened upon a tiny used car lot only about twenty minutes from my place. There in the middle of the lot sits this cute 1972 Super, silver metallic blue, bone stock with a ski rack on the back. Speaking with the salesman he told me it had been a young ladies car. I liked the colour more than most I had looked at so I asked to sit in it, as I'm over 6'3". Holy crap! I slide the seat back, adjust the seat, and I swear I could have worn a Stetson hat!." Read "Blame the Partying" >>