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I was at a stoplight here in town last year, in the '67, and a kid pulls up next to me in a primered out, clapped out, POS pick-up truck....loud music, loud pipes.....He looks over at me, and shoots me The Look.....Revs his engine to the moon, looking at me....I looked back at him, in utter astonishment, and yelled: "WOW.....A REAL HOT-ROD!!!! NEAT-O!!!!!" He just shrank down into his seat and putted off.....I turned right and idled away...........Teddy Roosevelt said it "Speak softly and carry a Big Sick."
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