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A Beautiful Response to Misogyny: Heather Maloney, "Don't Be a Pansy"

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nines091/02/2018 8:56:10 am PST

re: #199 makeitstop

My very first car was a ‘59 Bug, split rear window.

The previous owner had modified it with flared wheel wells and the tires from an Oldsmobile station wagon, and it had a 10” racing steering wheel.

When I went to take my driver’s test in it, the tight-asses at PA DMV gave me the Big Nope. I had to come back in my sister’s Datsun to take the test for my license.

That Bug had all the same problems you described. I learned how to work with fiberglass by rebuilding the heater ducts. Good times…

My heater ducts were GONE when I got mine. It was a beater. It was beat. But if you had rubber and added oil and gas, it worked. It survived the old Schuylkill expressway until I sold it. Big bonus was you could park that sucker in the city much easier. That was when luxury liners ruled the roads. We would go down to Pop Edwards at 16th and Market (Dark Budweiser which I never saw anywhere else) and the original Khyber Pass which was a great place when it first opened.