"On a hot June afternoon in 1983, I was building fence on a pipeline project paralleling I5 just south of Salem when a strange and polarizing sound rose above the plebeian noise of freeway traffic.
Looking up from my post-hole-digger I was astounded to see a 300SL thundering southbound, quickly covering the space between and approaching in from the North.
Cruising steadily, somewhere just above the Ton mark, surrounding cars but markers to be passed.
I froze, blistered hands on wood,…"
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