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Ow! This hurts! Should cobwebs be comin' oud'a my ears?
I'll see your glass oil bottles n' raise you the smooth action'a Dyna-Glide.
How 'bout the grass-hopper wing blinkers that used ta pop oud'a the door posts'a the ol' Austins?
The 3 mile deep rear window deck on a '53 Hudson Wasp? (Not the stodgey Hornet. That was too stuffily upright)
The wow-power'a the bullet-nosed Studes when they first hit the streets.
N' much later on the crumblin' a the known free-world when Sunoco pulled the rug out from under the hot-rod world n' there wasn't a drop'a 260 no mo'. 'Pullin' up to the pumps ta find that out was, well, like bein' in an elevator droppin' 20 floors.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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