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I have 2, not sure which one is first. I can clearly remember sitting in the backseat of Dads 1970 ss 396. I have no idea where we were going, but I can remember watching him rake the big chrome muncie gearshifter, and I can also remember staring at the am radio display. The next one was probably second. We were bringing home a x mas tree in the back of a 71 el camino. Dad did not tie it down, and it flew out of the car. I can remember him carrying back that beat up tree, all covered in slush, and road debris. This was on a dreary snowy Pittsburgh kind of day. I think this may have also been the day I heard my first F Bomb.
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No left turn un stoned
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