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The back seat of my parents cars had an imaginary line that I never crossed because my older brother would hit the body part that invaded his side. No seat belts back then. The worst was when both of my parents smoked and the car looked like a smoke bomb went off. My brother and I would call a truce and end up sucking air from under the seats. We had our heads on the floor trying to get air.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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