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aeronca65t
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I'm at the 2012 Vintage Grand Prix here.
I saw Wayne Carini last night. Honestly, I did not know who he was but he is apparently a TV host. He brought a nice car; a Jaguar-Tojiero (sp?).
Burt Levy is also here, carrying around a box of books he is selling (and will sign if you buy one).
Also, my old pal (and super-MG nut), retired TV weatherman (from Good Morning America) Storm Field. Storm's dad was TV weatherman Frank Field.
Below, Carini's car (thnx B. Stoler)and then my car in the street cruise....where we drove our race cars on the city streets about 2 miles and got a police-motorcycle escort to Orr's Jewelry store in Squirrel Hill district. When we got there they served up beer and fancy food. After 1.5 hours, the cops escorted us home in our unmuffled race cars. As we drove through the city, Linda sat on a crate holding onto the roll bar, waving at the crowds (sort of like the Queen in a parade but with 6000 rpm shifts).
My pal Dave Smith (1275 Bugeye) stood with me observing the scene and said "Where else do people do stuff like this?!.....God, I love this country!"
I saw Wayne Carini last night. Honestly, I did not know who he was but he is apparently a TV host. He brought a nice car; a Jaguar-Tojiero (sp?).
Burt Levy is also here, carrying around a box of books he is selling (and will sign if you buy one).
Also, my old pal (and super-MG nut), retired TV weatherman (from Good Morning America) Storm Field. Storm's dad was TV weatherman Frank Field.
Below, Carini's car (thnx B. Stoler)and then my car in the street cruise....where we drove our race cars on the city streets about 2 miles and got a police-motorcycle escort to Orr's Jewelry store in Squirrel Hill district. When we got there they served up beer and fancy food. After 1.5 hours, the cops escorted us home in our unmuffled race cars. As we drove through the city, Linda sat on a crate holding onto the roll bar, waving at the crowds (sort of like the Queen in a parade but with 6000 rpm shifts).
My pal Dave Smith (1275 Bugeye) stood with me observing the scene and said "Where else do people do stuff like this?!.....God, I love this country!"
