Back in the day I used to own a 1977 Monte Carlo. It was “light buckskin” and had been my Mom’s car, a pretty hot ride in its day. In fact it’s what I originally drove west with all my worldly possessions in tow, when I moved to Vancouver in 1987. An 8-cylinder gas-guzzler with swivel bucket seats, it went like the clappers, and was fueled as much on a hope and a prayer, as it … [Read more...]