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No Vet Left Behind

BySteeljawscribe

Times are hard these days, and for those living on fixed incomes, many of them being our disabled veterans, they are indeed perilous. Over at Lex’s place comes a request from one such who is seeking advice. Stop by, ponder and offer your wisdom, your experience — your assistance. Thank you. – SJS

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  1. My first car was a 1971 Pontiac Grand Prix with the 400 c.i. V-8 and a Rochester 4-barrel carb. Developed under the guidance of good ol’ John Z. Delorean, long before the days of the DMC, Irish labor strikes, and cocaine busts. Two tons of total mobility and the longest hood in the business, was I think the way he put it about the Grand Prix. You could fit 12 people and half a dozen cases of beer in it and head for the beach. At 100 it would start to float on its wheels as the air got under the chassis and it would get a little sporty driving it. On the other hand, you could SEE the fuel gauge fall as you motored around.

    Those were the days.

  4. This really saddens me. I never owned a Pontiac (being a Chevy kinda guy), but I’m danged glad they were there.

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