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Reminds me of a bad actor I had the dis-pleasure of doing business with in the late '60s. One day as he was crossing the departure lanes, at the Philadelphia airport, a car barreled through, and ran him over. HA~HA. No it weren't me, but I was joyful to here of it.
There was a time that being an old car guy meant something of brotherhood, much the same as long haul truckers. Ya shook a guys hand on a deal and that was it.
I always like to tell of my wife's reaction when I bought the 'T'. I gave the money and told the seller I would return for the car when I secured a good garage.
