WELL, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN AN IMPALA by Dan
Proudfoot (The Toronto Sun, 7/27/97)
If you're going to write about unforgettable cars, it's
unforgivable to forget which was which.
A week ago we described Suzanne Somers in American Graffiti.
She materialized in the night like a warming dream in a white '58
Chevy Impala, we rhapsodized.
That, you see, is exactly how that particular warming dream
recurs for us. She is clear. The car is clear. The dream, it
turns out, is cockeyed.
Auto Insider readers responded gently, as you would when
correcting a favorite uncle who's slowly losing his marbles.
"Time sure does change those memories," Don Young noted,
pointing out Suzanne materialized in a white '55 T-Bird. The
white '58 Impala was driven by a guy, for crying out loud. By
Opie, Don says.
No excuse is adequate, but here's what we figure happened: The
'58 Impala ranks among our all-time favorite cars, the '55 T-bird
doesn't. Subconsciously, we must have decided Suzanne Somers
belonged in the cooler car.