I finally sat in a Chevy Camero. With all the dials and the narrow windows, I felt like I was in a tank. It made me want to drive fast and plow through walls and barricades. So if it's not bulletproof and the firewall isn't a battering ram, I don't want it. Also, the absence of push-button wings for flight or a large caliber weapon in the grill would only depress me. "Hey. Who's that really sad-looking guy driving the nice car?" I'd have returned it to the lot within a week.
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