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I sold a 1981 Camaro that I had built. This was a pretty quick car for its time. I sold it to a buddy, and then he traded it in on a truck. A year or so goes by, and I am in a junkyard picking up some parts, and I see it sitting there. Steering column had impaled the drivers seat, and blood was everywhere, hair stuck in the broken windshield. I never found out the details, but I would guess that the driver did not make it.
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