The weird thing was, the other day, a car drove down my street that was that exact model and it was gold with a black roof. This roof was a fake leather ragtop, but other than that, the car was just like my dad's. If we weren't moving in the opposite direction, I would have stopped them and checked it out. How weird--I've never seen that year Impala outside of a car show. It was neat. :)
Anyhoo, long time friends of Big Echoey Space know that back in the day, I thought it was hysterical that everyone was all gone over Baby. She was just a dad's car to me and most of my peers back then in my pre-teen years. I guess our dads' were undercover cool car guys? Anyhoo, I went looking for that particular make and found price lists for 1967 Impalas in Baby's shape. Wow...the cheapest price was in the low twenty-thousands. So, like, if the boys really needed to, they could sell the car and make some good change....
*ducks and hides*
Why yes, I am trying to write. :D