When I was 8 yrs. old, my "baby-sitter" had a boy friend who would come to see her after my folks went out for the evening. Nick had a '50 Ford... but it was different than the ones I'd seen before. It was flat black, had shorter windows and chrome spotlights by the windshield. It was very low to the ground and I could barely see the rear tires. I asked if I could go for a ride and off we went. It was loud, rumbley and fast! Nick drove to a filling station in town where there were a bunch of cars that were also different as well as a few motorcyles. His buddies looked like him; longer hair combed back, T-shirts, black leather jackets, jeans and engineer boots. They all seemed so happy... I've never been the same!
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