When I was in 7th or 8th grade I rode my bicycle to the nearest Western Auto store almost every weekend. It was about three miles away. Most of the money came from what I earned as a paper boy. Always met neat people there. I think the "old" men that hung around there were impressed when they saw me looking for parts for my bicycle and the fact that I spent my own money in the store. Though most folks that frequented the Western Auto were adults and often there were some impressive custom cars and trucks in the parking lot.
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