72Fourspeed
Well-Known Member
I have a story on the flip side of this. As a 10-12 year old kid, I had a go kart. Mowed lawns, paid for it myself. A friend lived in a neighborhood with a storm drainage ditch behind the homes. We'd ride it there, not bothering anyone. We could see into the backyards. One neighbor had a blue Plymouth with a big wing, & pointed nose. We'd stop & stare like kids do. Got brave & asked for a ride. We washed the bird for a ride ,& got out impressed. Anyway, fast fwd 10 years. Go past old neighborhood, bird there. Forget the guys name, but see his obituary eventually. Ron tells me day after funeral, she is mobbed by people who want the car. Low renters, I hope none of them got the car.