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39 Buick

I dreamt I awoke in a 1939 Buick - the way it seeped into the 40’s without the running boards. I wondered how could tommy gun wielding gangsters appear historically relevant without running boards. Then I thought, what the hell I’m in a 39 Buick so every tommy-gun totting thug better watch out, running boards or not. This is a very cool car, just ask Humphrey Bogart he had a 38 special and he knew how to use it. Tell him I understood his choice of car when you get to where he is.

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