When I was 18 years old, nothing bad was ever going to
happen to me, and I was going to live forever. My younger brother 16 and I
were cruising along in our dad's 1955 DeSoto sedan. We were being good and
minding our own business driving down the two lane highway about 50 MPH on
a beautiful day in 1963. We were passed by 2 girls in a 1957 Chevy
convertible, who were waving and laughing as the went by. You can probably
guess what happened in the next few seconds. The Chevy was doing about
80mph when we passed them returning the wave. I have ten grandchildren
today. It's amazing that we survived some of the stupid things that we did
when we were young. Also that our kids survived simular stupid
decisions that we will never know about... and our grandkids
are probably doing them as you are reading this... I know my Guardian Angel
earned his wings.
Wishing everyone a Merry and Safe Christmas.
Joe Paolucci
Walton, Ky
1955 DeSoto Sportsman.... and still passing 57
Chevys
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