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)
