It was always fun to drive in the yard the week after Mike came back from Carlisle. I worked summers full time for him throughout the eighty's. When I drove in the yard that morning, a clapped-out, yellow primered 67 Chevelle was on the trailer with "67 SS drag car" 1500.00 on the windshield in shoe polish. All I could think was "Why in the hell did he buy THAT?". Walking up to the front of the car, the same thing happened to me that happened to Wayne. I saw the tach cable hole on top of the dash, and I knew it was his old car.
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