Oh the Cars You’ll Drive: Or Isaiah Doesn’t Ever Learn

As my wife pushed my MGA back to the garage last weekend, after the fuel pump went out in the parking lot, I realized little has changed in terms of my automotive growth. For the last 15 years I’ve been (or friends) pushing cars and I can’t say that they’ve (the cars) really gotten any better.My first car was a 1951 Ford F-1 my father gave me for my 15thbirthday. We drove out and bought if from a guy that my father worked with. It was beside a barn under a tree and the cab was literally filled with pack rat nest. A tree had fallen across the tailgate and the bed had rotted out …
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