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I dated a woman in college that drove a yellow 411.
We met when I was chasing the baseball dream during the summer in Charleston, SC.
She went to Williams College in Mass and drove the 411 up. I met her there in early winter. I flew in. It of course snowed. I insisted on driving to Albany to catch the plane back even though the sum total of my experience driving in snow was, shall we say, scant.
I am not sure of the sequence of events, but the 411 ended up doing perhaps the perfect 360 near 720 without hitting a thing, coming to rest on my damaged laurels.
Sheepishly, I made it to Albany still at the helm.
Great car. Really great car for the time.
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1996 FJ80.
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