That's my affectionate name for the 1968 Pontiac that has been taking-up space in the garage. Last year I never had it out once. Which is sad because it truly is a head-turner of a vehicle.
All three hundred and fifty cubic inches of its gas-guzzling glory. A red convertible with fuzzy dice swinging from the rear view mirror does attract a lot of attention.
And it cleans-up nicely.
click on the red car to enlarge
And we drove down to Rosiere on the county line to have a frosty beer and poke our finger in Lee's eye.
When The Beast lived with me in the Big City it was driven all of the time. I would drive it to the day job when the weather was nice. I drove it in the Wauwatosa Independence Day Parade with my Kiwanis pals every summer. Because it was kept in my pop's garage he would drive it when I wasn't using it. We have been acquainted since I purchased her in 1987. As the second owner we have enjoyed a long and enduring relationship. Alas, like an old aircraft gathering dust in the hanger lately it's just been taking-up space. After I get some minor tune-up things complete I'm putting this piece of Detroit muscle car glory up for sale.
I may regret it - but it deserves to be driven.
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