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we would leave the bar after last call and drive to eat near home on the way. friends had 69 Camaro, 70 camaro and 70 something roadrunner, all hotrods.. . so.. they would race home. probably running 130-140 local cop pulls up and takes out his book. right then a woman backs into his car so he wrote her a ticket and let us go. next time same thing only his car blew the radiator as soon as he parks. no tickets again. he was spitting mad and swore he'd get us sooner or later.
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John
74 911s
They laugh at me because I am different.
I laugh at them because they are all the same.
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