I walked past car after car, past the different supercars, past the vintage cars, until I arrived in the area dedicated to classic American muscle.

With a grand ‘swoosh’, I pulled the cover off his pride and joy, the sleek black two-door coupe, the car he’d driven my mom off in that night.

If Leo was magically changed into a car, it would be this one. It embodied his very essence.

It came from a time when engineers and the driving public didn’t waste time talking about things like aerodynamics and fuel efficiency. If they wanted to go faster, and they did, they made it bigger, they made it louder...