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Okay, I'll bite. That Chevy looks like a Woodie, complete with optional steps.
My first car at 16-y-o was a 1956 Chevrolet tudor post. I loved it, but it took a lot of constant work.
Bought if off a kid who had one too many DWI's. Red and white. Red and white leather interior.
Put in power steering. 350. 350 turbo automatic transmission. Corvette rear-end. It ran.
Sold it when we got married.
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