Muscle cars, oh the things they do

I was out driving today and I pulled up next to this really trick 1968 Camaro. The guy's license plate was a little obvious "68CONVT" ...I mean, you can see that it's a convertible please, because the top was down. Anyway, I stared straight ahead...but could hear that low throaty rumble next to me. Suddenly, I felt tears prickling in my eyes. It dawned on me that I was suffering from the maliblues. What will happen at Hot August Nights?? Those muscle cars cruise nightly and rev and rev and rev. I'm thinking I should get a medical bracelet with maliblues engraved on it. If I faint, the paramedics will know to get me into a 1965 - pronto.