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Oh a Corvair. My grandfather had one in Miami, FL. He carried 3 fan belts. He would be driving and it would flip off somewhere and he would stop and put on a new one.
We lived in New Orleans and met him in Belmont where the Perry's hail from. Everything was sweet until we got to the blue ridge. That little car couldn't make it up the hills. They removed their luggage and put it in my father's Buick. The little car still couldn't make it. My granddaddy was a GM man, but when he got back to Miami he traded it in for a Tbird.
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