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On the radio this morning, the DJ's were reading listener emails and giving out relationship advice. One listener wanted advice regarding his g/f of 5 years that is still living with her ex-b/f. Supposedly he has asked her to move in with him a few times over the years but she won't.
My dad had a 1952 MG completely rebuilt in the early 60's. I remember riding in the rumble seat of that car and the smell of leather, wood and exhaust. I 'd that car. Anyway, when my brother was about 12 or 13, the car was no longer running but my dad asked him if he wanted it when he was old enough to drive. He was going to fix it up if he did, if not, he was going to sell it. My dumb brother said "no." I overhead my dad asking and I jumped in saying "I WANT THAT CAR!" My shithead brother looked at me sternly, then adamantly stated "when you're in high school, you're not going to want THAT car!" I was 8 or 9 and had no clue what a 16 year old would want so I shut up. Now, I remind him every few years what a shithead he was!
The car looked like this but was silver, had the tire on the running board (not back), had wire knock-off lug wheels and a Rolls Royce flying lady ( ) on the front!