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Damn! You guys got some great stuff. I remember seein' that Ford (sorry Don, but I do)
'Muss'a been sweet duty Phil.
N' as worked'z they were, those buggys wuz the same ones we drove ta work n' the market. Race on Sunday: sell on Monday.
When your marque took the checkered, you shared the victory n' your friends with brand X took your abuse for a week.
These one-off rockets that they're racin' now r' neat n' all, but bear little resemblance to the cars they're supposed to represent. Decal headlights?
N', while I've great respect n' considerable investment in Snap-On n' Matco n' the like . . . I don't drive one. Though it's alot easier ta get behind them, 'cause . . come ta think of it, don't drive no Tide neither.
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