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Well, here's mine. Back in 75, when the cops didnt look everywhere for drinkers, I was with some Corvette Club friends on St. Pats day. Since it was march, I drove my wifes car to the bar. Well, late at night, I left in her 1968 Chevy Impala, big and bigger. I was blocked in the parking lane front and back, so I did a 90" turn, up a steep hill, and then on the top, went over a curb. All of a sudden, the car became VERY loud, but in my state, I didnt give it much thought and drove home. The next day, I was sleeping, and my wife came in to ask me why the car was so LOUD. I went out, only to see that there no longer was a exhaust system. I said "I have no clue". Later, I went back to the bar, and sure enough, there laid my complete system, right were it broke off.
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