RoseAnn V. Shawiak
'63 Chevy Impala
Racing down the freeway in a classic Chevy Impala, proud to be the owner at the wheel.
Girls looking sideways at the beauty of the car, all wanting to get a ride, none daring to ask.
Wanting to be asked by the gentle owner sitting there, cruising down Central with pride seated next to him, waiting to be expressed in verbal praise.
Showing off a little more, getting pulled over by a cop.
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