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I love the smell of old cars, I call it Chevelle #57, which as near as I can identify it, is a combination of stale motor oil, old grease, rusting metal, old tires, stale gas, worn out battery acid, plus possibly a
carcinogen like well worn asbestos brake lining, molding seats, deteriorating leather and old plastic. At least I think that is what I am smelling. It also helps if the garage is damp and old too.
It always reminds me of the first old car that I sat in as a youngster, an old Model A that a neighbor had given me hoping that I would get it out of his backyard. As I sat in it one early cold Saturday morning in March
trying in vain to get it started, totally unaware that it had no battery, spark plug wires or right front wheel, which was hidden from site as the car was nestled up against the outside of the garage. Most of the stuff I wouldn't have
known, but a missing wheel, I'd like to think, that I would have noticed
that had it not been out of sight.
I know it sound's disgusting to a woman, but to a real classic car lover it is better than the most expensive perfume! I don't know any woman, well maybe one, that would wear it as perfume, and that's a shame because they will never know the male attractant qualities of
Chevelle #57
Copyright
2006 KL Nichols
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