A couple of weeks ago i bought a body- on-frame, rear wheel drive, v-8 engined car, just like the ones that roamed the roads before the 70s gas crises. It's a 94 town car, a close relative to the current Crown Vic, mainstay of police and taxi companies. Fleets like them because you can smash a grill or fender and it doesn't bend the body. No one else buys them, though, except for old people, like me.
I shall keep it, along with my rotary phones, and my several turntables in varying states of disrepair.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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