Once we arrived in Atlanta we lost Zelda in the interchanges. We found a spray booth and respraied Flash in blue and white. Afterwards we returned home and hid at a garage and worked on Flash. The News was on constantly. We watched for severe crashes an possible vehicular manslaughter cases. We watched for Zelda outside the shop and used 72 Ford for necessary ventures. I took Flash out one afternoon and right across the intersection sat Zelda. She charged me. I ran for the garage she was following close behind. When I arrived I laid on the horn to warn the guys. they drove out the truck which they had out fitted with a blade to push Zelda if she ever arrived. The day had come so they hit Zelda hard and pushed her up on the lift.
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My Buddy's Car
Misterio / SuspensoMy friend bought a 1972 Fairlady Z. I thought he bought a screaming metal death trap. Boy was I in for a shock
