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A friend of mine stopped late one night on a dark country highway to see if he could help a couple standing in front of their van with its hood up. They were very greatful.
He got a flashlight from his car and while he was looking under the hood, one of them shot him three times, in the back, shoulder and head, then drove off in their van and his old Mercedes, leaving him for dead.
A motorist picked him up after what he thinks was half an hour and took him to a hospital. He recovered fully, they never found the perps and his car was recovered six months later, abandoned on a side street in Oceanside, CA, about forty miles from where he was shot.
I've stopped on several occasions over the years, prior to that. Now I'll make a phone call, but I won't stop.
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'82 SC RoW coupe
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