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Originally Posted by Bob Kontak
Anchorage, 1987 back when I was skinny at 6' 230 but wedged into my wife's 85 Chevette. 31 years old.
Kinda cut a guy off getting out of the office onto the Seward Highway. He's honking and showing me I'm number one, the usual.
He opens his door and gets out behind me at the stop light. He's ready to rumble. I have a suit on which has shoulder pads and one of those heavy full length wool business coats.
I exit the micro car after an 11 hour day and stare at him. That kind of look. Like really?
Similar to the second guy that wanted to square off with Matt Dillon, he just folded and got back in his car.
I got a D in driving skill but felt like Batman.
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Great story, Bob.
I would have loved to see that!
