50 years was a long time ago

 Here is an excerpt from my First novel, Suburban Moon, Welcome to small town life in the 1970's:

It was Saturday Night, a few weeks later. The weather was more like early August; hot and muggy. The air was punctuated by the deep rumble of engines and glass pack mufflers. The shouts and whistles of teens mixed with an occasional car horn and racing engines. Some cars were parked, most were cruising at idle speed around Mary’s Drive-In. The cars were of various varieties and vintages. Dave Otto had a Dodge Charger jacked up in the back to accommodate wide tires. Next to him Bobby Bell revved the engine in the new Trans Am his daddy bought him and the Pontiac V8 rumbled with power under the firebird painted on the hood. An old Plymouth Fury station wagon had a different colored fender on the driver’s side. Jerry Schwartz drove past in his old ’66 Chevy C10. I swear it was held together by rust alone. Each vehicle blasted music, no matter the type of car or number of occupants. The music played a cacophonous soundtrack; radios and eight tracks turned to various volumes -- loud and very loud. Nearly all were playing rock and roll. The air smelled of French fries and sweat and Marlboros.

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