We saw the first of what is expected to be many old time cars today as Fargo is the end point of the Great American Road Race. In the Panera lot sat this one, about a ’49 Chevy. Inside two men sat and I asked if they were with the race. They were. They’d started out in Rhode Island and made it here. The thing of it was they are from Texas, so now have to drive that stretch back home. I asked the one if they are still talking to each other and he said they were. We never used to think much about gas mileage in that era and I wondered what kind of mileage they were getting, “About 12 mpg.” The drivers of every car will have a good story.
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