"In my late teens I met an old man who had a beautiful 67 Fastback in his driveway. I stopped to speak to him about the car in his driveway. Clearly the old man could sense my enthusiasm about cars. "The real bad-boy is in the garage..." he said. Prompting me to inquire about what was in his meek one car garage which was separated from his small home. As he opened the swing-up garage door, I could see the silhouette of a muscular looking car under a cover in the dimly lit space.
As he pulled…"
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