I’ve had some cool and weird rides. This one carried me from Virginia to NH and then once when I was traveling to a gig stage-managing a classical musical festival, the electric system went haywire–the radio freaked out, the windshield wipers started going, all the dials did a cartoony sproingy dance. I pulled off at the next exit but knew that if I let it stop, I’d never get to where I was going. By the time I got there I was going fifteen miles an hour, backfiring every ten seconds or so. I got it home somehow after that festival, but it never really ran again. 



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