| Well that carries me back. The Hudson: ..sitting in the back room of a shoe store with my friend Jay, we have a large cardboard box full of Coca-Cola bottle caps, liberated from every coke machine we could reach, prying the cork gasket out of the lids and putting them in a dish so that Jay could glue them to the fried clutch disk in his Hornet.. The Studebaker: Fighting the wretched steering in a '47 Stude coupe, down Coyote Canyon road in Santa Barbara, wondering at each corner if the damn steering would brake an kill me at this corner, or wait 'till the next one... The Buick... My Uncles grandparents rolling to a stop in the back yard, stinking of gasoline, the fuel pump diaphragm had failed, and pumped the straight-eight full of gas. The Chevy...Nothing much. They were boring when new --- On Wed, 4/20/11, Chip <czulli@gmail.com> wrote:
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