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I wish...(grin) Closest I ever got was in '69 when I went to Noo Yawk as a wide-eyed 12 yr old... I cadged my mom to take me by the Rolls dealership, a salesman drew up, asked if he could help. I asked to see the motor. "I'm sorry, sir, we don't open the bonnets in the showroom." They were all locked, I din't ask him to unlock one, 'cause I knew he wouldn't. I asked him for some literature, he gave me a postcard sized pamplet, which I thought was kinda cheezy. Hey, we weren't gonna buy one of his cars, but he didn't hafta be so damn snooty, either. We also went to the Mercedes dealer, the sales guys were all kicked back eating lunch. They had a MAGNIFICENT 600 Pullman, I asked if I could sit in it. "Sure kid, knock yerself out...have a ball ! I was in it, on it, almost under it, in the front, in the back, stickin' my head outta the sunroof...Nowadays I'd LOVE to go back to NYC, & see the Museum of Broadcasting...
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Benevolent Despot
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