67'coupe with a blue metal flake paint. t/a radieal on keystone classics. it was a friend of my dad's car. i was 13, it was sitting in the grass next to the driveway. he and my dad talked about something,i wasn't listening, i was looking. it was on a little slope and the wheels were turned toward me and the sun was bouncing off the chrome and the huge metal flake paint. he then walked over to the car and cranked it up and reveved it. it was bad a$#. then he put in gear and punched it. he dugg two gouges through his yard for a hundred feet and spun it around. it truely scared me. he and my dad talked some more, and the next thing i knew my dad was throwing me the keys and asked me if i thuoght i could drive it home. i still remember it like it was yesterday.