Normally I just look over Jack's shoulder and make comments, and yell at Marty through the computer screen since he doesn't visit enough. Been into cl***ic cars since I was a kid. Time in the garage was blissful time with my Dad where my Mom dared not venture. ( Well, when I was in there anyway. She built and engine for our Bronco with him back in the day.) My family was always greasy haired men who had fixer-upper cars and the gals who would help work on them. I finally have a bit of money coming my way. Nothing much, but I really would like to have my own wheels now. I'm going to look at a '62 Falcon Wagon today. I think it will make me look appropriately vintage soccer mom!
Went to Tacoma for my sisters wedding and stopped at a car show in Puyallup on the way to the wedding. I found the car people in Puyallup very friendly. Welcome from the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. Rich
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