I
was driving back to work after my lunch when, low and behold, I see two guys
pushing a rather nice 1965 F*rd Rustang toward a flat-bed tow truck. I
just had to smile...but because I drove slowly passed the broken down F*rd,
I had to shield my amusement from the rather frustrated owner of the
Rustang.
As
I hit 70 mph driving smoothly down the freeway I got to thinking...
even though my Elky looks like it should be sitting in front of a 20 year
old trailer home, it's a good ride and has never failed to start for
me.
It's funny how the misfortune of others, can brighten your
day.
JM
'69 El Camino (A noble steed)
