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Champagne and orange juice. My wife, who is not a drinker per se, loves them. Our favorite restaurant offers them as a Sunday brunch feature, and women mob the place to get them.
The ultimate irony of my life is that the concepts I learned in law school were the driving force behind my spending the last 18 years of my career at the wheel of a tractor trailer. The stable cash flow enabled my nest egg to grow untouched until it was feasible to start drawing from it. Many...
I was really spoiled with Baby Blue. When my friend Bob owned the car from 1974 to 1983, he replaced just about every part in the electrical, cooling, braking, and suspension systems with Chrysler NOS, because that was all that was available. Then he parked the car, selling it to me a couple...
If you're experiencing this struggle, it means you're giving the matter some serious thought. Many people don't, and regret it later. When my primary care doctor told me to plan on longevity, I consulted my elder law attorney. She gave me the green light three years ago, and I pulled the...
In 1970, they were available with a bench, production around 50 units, if I recall correctly. I had one with a column automatic in the late 70s. I owned a buddy seat, column automatic in the 90s. Both cars were hard to sell when the time came, even though they were nice, heavily optioned examples.
I got an education on this when I attended the Ford Nationals in Carlisle this year, with my trucking buddy, who is 56, his older cousin, closer to my age, and a kid in his 20s who works in the shop with my friend. The cousin was a Mustang guy from way back, but is working on a Falcon...
Congratulations on crossing the finish line! No easy job exists having anything to do with trucks. When I hung it up three years ago, I got a lot of comments that I wouldn't be able to deal with the free time after all those decades of busting my hump. I had no problem whatsoever. Enjoy it...
I just had this conversation with my friend Bob at our annual pilgrimage to the Carlisle Chrysler Nationals. Bob is the guy who sold me my namesake "Baby Blue" in 1983. He was a third generation Chevy guy, who bought the '68 GTX from a co-worker of his father's in 1974. He ran the car at...
I used to have this problem with the slant six Valiants I drove back in the day, was surprised when it didn't happen with the 1970 GTX I bought in 1977. The factory vapor separator with return line in the second generation GTXs and R/Ts worked effectively. Years later, I owned two GTXs, both...
The Demonstrator made it to my 54 year high school reunion, first one it has attended. A few folks remembered it from back in the day. The queen and her court posed with it when I wasn't looking, just posted the photo. In the older photo, they're shown with GTX number five at our 45 year...
Any E body painted with FC7 meets the criteria. Highly sought after today. Here in the PA rust belt, they were rolling buckets of swiss cheese in only a few years. I remember more junky purple cars with peeling paint than good looking examples back in the day.
My GTX leaked like a sieve when it was new, but being the dealer's personal car, it got new floor pans while it was still in daily service. The car has the original cowl and roof pillar assembly, and sure enough, even with a new windshield, it leaked during the downpour on the Carlisle show...
I solved the problem by having one of each for my '69 GTX. When I finally bought the car, after chasing it for 50 years, it had an orange tin in place, and a new one still in the box. Because I grew up with the car when it was new, I knew for certain that it came with a red one. I was lucky to...
Environmental influences, for better or worse. My parents, NYC dwellers growing up, no access to water, couldn’t swim. As a result, beat on me to get good at it. Two years on swim team in public pool, in cold water. Supposed to be great for building mental toughness. Child abuse by today’s...