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Originally Posted by Deadhead

It was until shortly after new, my mom blew it up on the NJ Turnpike while dad was in the Chilean jungle. Then it got a 1600 in it. We had a German mechanic who worked out of his garage, Victor Lyschik. He, along with 7 other Germans, escaped on foot from a Siberian prison. 3 of them survived & reached Germany long after the war ended, not knowing it was over. That man could fix anything. His wife would always have candy there for me when we came to pick up. It became my first car. I sold it in '82 for $400 with about 180k on it and no floor pans to speak of.

Where in NJ were you?