Several years ago we were in Phoenix to celebrate MC's parents special February:  Their fiftieth anniversary and his birthday.  We had a little free time and were driving east on Bell Road, marvelling at all the growth and how busy everything was.  Even in February we had all the windows up and the AC blowing full blast (although we once survived there with two cars that had no AC, we are no longer  "acclimated").  Even with all the windows up, the AC on full, and our rock-and-roll from outer-space, I heard a very throaty, bubbling car exhaust from behind and to my left.  I'm a car guy...once a die-hard Chevy man...then a die-er harder Pontiac man.  When I hear healthy-sounding pipes, I want to see what it is.  I prepared myself for a treat;  I slowed just a little and wound the window down.  The exhaust sounds got lots louder as this sweet blast from the past slid by:

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I marvelled that, while I respect the Fairlane GTA and figured it for a 390, probably three deuces, with headers and glasspacks, I didn't believe how sweet and loud those pipes were.  As I watched the Fairlane drift ahead of us...this beauty slid up beside us.  This was the real deal and the source of the wonderful sounds.  And as he crept by, I could see in big letters the autograph of Carrol Shelby on the passenger side dash...

That was a sweet day.