It’s happened to all of us. Somewhere random, like a grocery store, restaurant or gym, you get confronted by someone– someone mysteriously attractive– claiming that they know you from high school. “It’s me, Danny! From the computer lab?” and you think to yourself ‘no way!’ that dude was such a dork in high school! How did he turn into… a hottie? How did I miss the signs? What was wrong with me?
This describes my relationship with the El Camino to a T.
I ignored him. I thought I was cooler. I failed to see his undeniable appeal: a car with the practicality of a pickup? Go on a date and hide your stinky workout clothes in the back? It all makes perfect sense. It just took 20 years for me to see the light.
I wasn’t the only one. The El Camino is really hot in LA right now. In Da Valley:
Not surprising, I know. But this is for sale at a more exclusive car reseller.
On the West Si-ide:
So, to you Mr. El Camino, I apologize. I know I even cheated on you with a Holden Ute. I was wrong and I am sorry! You’re a babe.