The worst part is I sat there watching people pay millions, over and over, for a car that will never be driven but a half dozen times in their life, and I'm trying to figure out where to come up with twelve hundred bucks to give to Dennis to restore my steering wheel. I guess it's all perspective ain't it? Still think I'm happier driving my old 64 than worrying about if someone is going to lean against my million dollar show stopper, I'd rather drive!
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