It’s All About The Ride
One glorious day in 1994, I was overcome by a sudden and reckless desire. I wanted a new car, but it had to be a Chevrolet from Jerry Chambers in Bellingham, Washington. So off I went.
After arriving at the dealership, I briefly chatted with Slick the Salesman who immediately knew what I needed. He proudly directed me to an ugly, black Impala with all its fabulous “old lady” features. This was not what I had in mind so I ditched Slick and searched on my own. Suddenly there on the showroom floor on a rotating platform, neon lights glimmering off its brilliant shine, was the most beautiful car I had ever seen.