Re: Jag
1974: senior year of high school. There was a nice fellow whom I had helped with schoolwork from time to time. On the last day of the year or thereabouts, he brought his dad's powder blue E-type 12 cyl. convertible to school, tossed me the keys, and told me to be back in an hour. It was a lot nicer than my Buick Century (which was a nice first car-thanks mom and dad). What an hour in the warm Southern California sun. For the record, I did not exceed 30 mph for fear of catastrophe.
John W
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