I can't remember his son's name, but he seemed to be a cool character. Lot's of salty language though. I wear big boy pants, and not little girl panties, so it was alright.

I called for some advice once. They were more than forthcoming, especially since I wasn't buying anything at the time. Some vendors don't want to talk to you, unless you're buying something.


1954 3600 Chevy Truck
"The Fake Truck"
In the Stovebolt Gallery
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