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A childhood belief about cars

I USED TO BELIEVE...AT THE AGE OF EIGHT YESRS OLD, WHEN MY FATHER AND UNCLE WERE ADMIRING AN OLD 1947 PLYMOUTH, BLACK AND RUSTED, SITTING IN TALL WEEDS- THEY TURNED ON THE OLD AM RADIO WITH TO SOUNDS OF THE GRAND OLE OPREY, FAINT IN VOLUME BECAUSE OF THE STATIC THAT:
OLD CARS PLAYED OLD MUSIC. IT TOOK YEARS BEFORE I EVER HAD INTEREST IN ANTIQUE CARS.

— CAPTAIN CARL

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