Back in 1968, I broke my little toe on my left foot. Now that may not =
seem important, but it was a rather nasty break and it was a compound =
fracture and I was home alone and my wife had the car and I needed to go =
to the emergency room and I didn't feel like fighting with cabs and =
besides my best friend lived only 2 miles away. Soooo, I called him and =
told him that I had fallen over a chair that my (soon to be ex) wife had =
left in the doorway, and that I needed a ride to the ER. Said he would =
love to help, but he was working on his Camaro at the time and he had =
the transmission all over the living room floor.
What with people changing trust washers, etc., on a daily basis, you =
people remind me a lot of him. Haven't seen him in years, but I'll bet =
he is as strange now as he was then and just as strange as all of you =
(notice, I don't include myself in that description - I haven't taken =
delivery of the final restoration as of yet!)
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