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Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Group W Bench
Posts: 11,351
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'63 Impala SS.
It broke down at the four-way stop where the service station I worked was located. A buddy and I helped the owner push it into our parking lot. Tired of the car, she offered it to me for fifty dollars. I had only five. She said that wouldn't do it, so I called home and got my dad. "I've got ten bucks" was his reply, so in the pre-ATM days of 1971 I was all in at fifteen dollars. She took it. I knew crap about cars but with the help of an old neighbor got things figured out. That Impala got me into cars.
After a couple months I sold it to Mike Heath for ninety bucks and thought I'd made a killing.
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