My old lady and I were talking about the Round up this year and how a bad time shed so much light on why i have been all over cars and shows my whole life Saturday night of the Round up we were cruisin South Congress in the 59 Galaxie. Sitting at the light going up hill my fuel pump went &#@$ ,sitting on the incline so we hop out to push it off to the side of the road, as soon as the doors open you have people getting out of there cars and off the sidewalk to help. And it keep up for the 20 min I was there getting the pump running. I bet 50 people drove by and offered help. Most of the people like us covered in tats and dirty clothes and we get some of the strangest looks in a day to day world, face it we look like we might snap at anytime. But out of all the people that offered help not one was in post 60s ride . And the ones who did stop not one asked if I needed a cell phone. They really wanted to fix the problem not just let me rott and wait for a wrecker .THATS WHY I BELIVE THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE TO BREAK DOWN THAN WITH HUNDREDS OF GEAR HEADS AND ROUGH NECKS GOD BLESS AMERICAN STEEL .
Brother, that is a SWEET car! I didn't get to stay for the night life this year, if I had, I would have no doubt stopped with my tats as well.
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