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Childhood memory of the day
Summer mornings, being about 7 or 8 years old and going to garage sales with my grandmother. She drove a 67 Mustang and I would sit in the passenger seat and shift the gears for her. I would watch her foot and when she mashed the clutch, I would shift. It was easy to reach the shifter of course, because I wasn’t wearing a seat belt. On the way home, she’d send me into the store to buy Camels for my grandad.
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