Two Impalas sitting in the driveway like it is 1965 all over again.
Chrome shining, long bodies stretched out, and those triple tail lights that everybody recognizes from a mile away. You can almost hear the oldies playing and smell a little gas in the air on a warm evening.
Back when the driveway was the hangout spot and just sitting there looking at your car felt like a good night.
Some things never get old.
