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wolfhound who had to be put down January 17 th , 2004, was quite probably the best friend
I‟ve ever known. His death almost killed me. I cried many times every day for over
three months after he was gone.
So, massive bundle of insecurity that I was, I always made sure I had a car. I
could go where the other kids went, even without an invitation, since I could at least
follow the other cars. I once followed them all the way to Houghton Lake, 160 miles
north of Lansing.
We‟ll talk about my cars a bit later. I think you‟ll find it entertaining. This trip, I
was driving my ‟63 Chevy, a Biscayne, the cheapest model Chevy built in a full-size car.
They made the Impala, the Bel Air, and the Biscayne. It had a municipal title, meaning it
had once been government owned, which is why I bought it as cheap as I did. The car
was used as an interceptor by the state police in northern Michigan, and was fast as hell
on the highway. No takeoff speed at all, but it had a top end of 155 mph, so I loved it.
Bob, Pete and I had fun all weekend in Milwaukee. They say you can never drink
the brewery dry. It‟s probably true, but I did have „em working a swing shift, just to keep
up with me. I don‟t recall what Pete was eating that weekend. Whatever it was should be
banned from human consumption. Even if it was pizza. I‟m serious.
The weather was colder‟n a car dealer‟s heart. The temp was never as high as ten
degrees all the way home. The wind was blowing like crazy. Add the fact we were
driving at 80 mph on tires with very little tread along snow covered roads, and we‟re
lucky we weren‟t killed coming home. However, if you‟d asked Bob and me at the time,
we might‟ve chosen it as an option.
Pete was asleep in the back seat. He easily took up the entire seat, one side of my
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