I’ll never forget the first time he drove me in his trans am. Even with one cylinder inoperable it was faster than anything I’d ever been in before or since. Apparently it was a remnant of his last high school, Tokai high in Lodi.
It was the the reason, he later told me, that he was able to win his sweetheart.   At first she was to be his fiancé but as fate would have it according to him, alas she only loved him for his car. I have a hard time believing that though; he was always attractive to the ladies. Later on as fate would have it Pete’s brother became its owner. This 72’ Trans Am was restored to its former glory and Pete let me drive it once and I nearly killed us both. Afterward Pete demonstrated the most perfect doughnut in the parking lot of El Camino high. It left the most perfect pattern in the asphalt. So called muscle car owners tried to duplicate this feat over the next week in the same parking lot.  None of them could even come close to Pete’s precision.