Clatter
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So it all starts with a call from my friend Damon...
One of those car friends - You know the type.
I'd told him about my past X1/9 experience.
My first (running/driving) car was a white '76, followed by a red '79.
He somehow got the impression that those were good memories.
I guess that time has a way of giving you rose colored glasses.
Damon is a house painter who works for a realtor who specializes in estate liquidation sales.
What do you know, look what's under a cover buried in redwood needles?
Couple that with my oldest son finding an old pic of me with my first car,
And now another project is upon us..
Like with boat ownership, The first day is a happiest one.
To think we could have just ended this here.
"Look! An X1/9"! We saw it. Great. Done. Walk away.
If only...
One of those car friends - You know the type.
I'd told him about my past X1/9 experience.
My first (running/driving) car was a white '76, followed by a red '79.
He somehow got the impression that those were good memories.
I guess that time has a way of giving you rose colored glasses.
Damon is a house painter who works for a realtor who specializes in estate liquidation sales.
What do you know, look what's under a cover buried in redwood needles?
Couple that with my oldest son finding an old pic of me with my first car,
And now another project is upon us..
Like with boat ownership, The first day is a happiest one.
To think we could have just ended this here.
"Look! An X1/9"! We saw it. Great. Done. Walk away.
If only...
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