Who drives their Camaro's to escape life's problems? I do !
For the past few days my wife and teenage daughter have been at each others throats. I tried to broker a peace deal, but they both turned on me.
So I hopped in my Camaro and took off like a bat out of hell. An hour of hard driving and a wanton disregard for the posted speed limit found me at the Pacific Ocean. I stopped at Bodega Bay and had a bowl of clam chowder.
On the way home, I picked up a t-shirt for my daughter and a bottle of wine for my wife. Domestic harmony restored.
I am curious who else uses their Camaro for mental health purposes
