Nah, just a dollar’s worth and check
the air, please. Where’s the local drag? Ah the cars of the 1950s. And service
station attendants actually checked the air pressure. Just ask someone to check
your oil today – ha! When I was 16, one of my running pals had an older sister
with a 1955 or ’56 Chevy that looked a lot like this one. She would take us
riding an listening to Snuff Garrett’s Rock ‘N’ Roll show on the radio, and I
remember her making the car dance on the street as she drove it. I try to do
that today with our car, but Ginger bops me over the head making me stop
(sigh).
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