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So I took it to the gas station in Song Lake and they said I needed a new fuel pump. So I took it to a garage in Round Lake and they said I needed a new carburetor. Were talkin' big money here in that day of a ten cent coke, fifty to a hundred dollars. I took it to Grayslake and Libertyville - same story. So I took a look at it myself and saw a little glass bowl filled with gas next to the carburetor. I took it off and discovered a filter inside thumb size. I took it out and put the bowl back on and glory-be - Fixed ! Cost me a dollar fifty for a new filter.

The reason we had the Grand Prix was because I wrecked the '57 Chevy. Oh that was sad. And it happened in Wisconsin on a fourth of July weekend. Myself, Jimbo and Dickie it-was, and we had our quarts of beer in a cooler in the trunk, but at the same time we had just opened up three quarts, and we each had a quart between our legs in the front seat. We were tooling down a four lane highway with a deep trench as a median. I had a swig or two when I began racing some guy and we had gotten up to ninety miles an hour but had slowed down to sixty and coming over a hill the road was blocked ahead.

It was a median crossing with a car in the center, a big Buick across the two lanes and another car behind him and what could I do ? I slammed on the breaks and tried to fishtail in backwards into the empty left-side center lane on the median.

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