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I think it was 1961 when I got my last one, though I've been incredibly lucky since. I was driving my girlfriend's parents" 1960 Lincoln back from S.F. after droppiing my girlfriend off to fly off to college. On the return on Hwy. 52 coming into the San Joaquin Valley at around 1 AM, I was rocking along at about 100. There were no other cars on the road, except for one set of tail lights really far ahead. As I got closer, I slowed down and sure enough it was a CHP, and he pulled me over. He asked now fast I was going, and I told him about 65. If I remember right the speed limiit was 55. He said it looked like I was going close to 90+. He wrote me a ticket for 70. I was just happy he didn't find the open bottle of scotch under the seat.
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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