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Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 244
all that and even filled some tires at the same time. He was incredible to watch when he
got going.
About the only clothing I ever wore was my Amoco uniform, some grey pants
and a light blue shirt. My hands were always grimy as hell, and I never could get the
grease out of the skin cracks or from under my nails. I wore work boots and a grimy T-
shirt, although I skipped the stupid looking cap Bill wanted me to wear.
I‟d usually get to work at noon, earlier if Bill needed me, and work until at least
nine at night. Then, Al and I would often pull our own cars inside to work on them. I‟d
just gotten the 1966 Chevelle Malibu SS I‟d later turn into a full blown race car, so we
worked on it quite often.
When we were done, we‟d get some beer and go cruising the country roads with
the radio on, telling each other jokes and lies. One of our favorite roads, if we didn‟t plan
on being out real late, was called “Stroh‟s Alley”, even when I was still in high school.
You couldn‟t drive fifty feet without seeing an empty beer can, and most of „em were
Stroh‟s beer.
In an ironic twist, I lived on that road with my ex-wife, Nancy, for three years.
She still lives there in a house her father built for her next door.
Back to Carolyn. She was crazy about me, grimy hands, grungy uniform, and all.
She kept hinting we should go out some time. I kept thinking not only was she not all
that pretty, although she had a fantastic body, I didn‟t have a lot of money at the time to
spend on a girl. I was putting all the money I could spare into my car, building it up.
I bought the car used, three years old, for $1,995, and put another $6,000 into it
building it into a race car. Gas was 20.9¢ per gallon, to give you a reference.
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