Imagine retrieving your mail at the local post office and walking out to the parking lot to find the townsfolk swarming around your vehicle. That happened to the guy who parked near us. People gathered around his car taking photos. Excited neighbors asked him questions about his 1956 restored classic shiny red and white Chevy Bel Air convertible. I picked up our mail and got into our truck and noticed my husband missing. Where did he go? He joined the Bel Air crowd taking photos with his cell phone. Next thing I know, he slides into our front seat and flashes a photo under my nose of the guy’s hot model. “The neat thing about this car is the gas cap hidden under the driver’s side rear tail light,” the husband informs. I learned that not only is this beauty appealing to the eyes, but her not-so-pretty part was hidden from view. She looked good from every angle. With two close girlfriends in tow, I drove halfway across the s...