How do you make a car like this one I saw on 12th St. last so long? It's a rare thing, like the depth of that front yard. I rode around in a car like that about 40 years ago, with no car seats, maybe not even seat belts, hot sticky vinyl, cigarette lighter, ashtray, and road rage, which existed long before we called it that. I'm wondering if drivers ever got as hostile driving carriages, buggies and phaetons. Maybe when there was traffic, broken wheels, skittish horses, splattering mud and manure.
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