It wasn”t much on looks. It had more miles on it than driving to New York and back a few times. It smoked more then a two-pack-a-day smoker did in his lifetime, leaked oil by the gallons and had so many shorts in the electrical, that it looked like a sparkler going down the road.
Inside it smelled like something had crawled into it and died on a hot day a few weeks before.
But, that ”29 three-window A bone was my first car and first love, and will always have a place in my heart.
Jim Hall
Clearlake Oaks
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