a 71?

“the ’72 bumpers probably threw you off” i said as i motioned to the front of the car. “I had a ’71 when i lived in florida.” he said as he stopped to reminisce for a moment–his wife standing off, interested more in getting into blockbuster to rend a DVD than in talking about cars. “i wrapped it around a tree 6 months after i got it. i guess it was too much car for a 17 year old to be driving.” a courteous “bummer” and i was on my way.