"I couldn't have the conversation with Dad. I mean he was the guy that had me in his lap at 4 years old driving the family car, took me to the races every Friday night and taught me how to work on the Chevy's while cursing the whole time that he was having to work on the car again. But, it was time. At 83 years old with dementia he didn't belong driving any longer for his and others sake. Every time I went over there was another mark on the Sequoia. I told him that there was a lot of people…"
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