About every five years I get an overwhelming desire that I don’t seem able to control for at least a week or two. My only excuse is — as they say — I get it honest.
It all started before I was born when my father was racing cars for the MG factory during the late 1940s. Read more from the Penobscot Falcon…
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Interesting blog & I love those old pictures.
Nice talking to you in Rollie’s today.
Hope to see you driving around town in you new car.
John, that is my great wish as well!
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