When I think back, the year 1970 had no "life markers" for me. Nothing special at all comes to mind. 1969 - now that was totally different: I turned 18. Spent my 18th birthday on a 24 hour whirlwind day which started in NYC and ended up in Queens street racing a new Charger R/T which I would eventually drive back to the Catskills because my friend was too drunk to drive me home and passed out in the back seat. First year in College. Bought my first muscle car: used 1967 Chevelle SS396/350HP triple black 4 speed.
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