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Richard,
Dreams come true!
When I was a boy 12 years old (and way before that) my parents would load us all in the back of the wagon and drive 714 miles to Detroit to see my grandmother.
(what are seat belts, when your in the "way back" of the wagon ... but I digress.)

My uncle ran the paint shop for a Lincon Mercury dealer. He would take me to work every year to give me something to do, I would hang around the show room that year he had a Pantera on the floor, people everywhere, he had a guy fire the car up on the floor I fell in love. I could barely see over the roof, sat in the seat and grinned ear to ear.
Zoom forward and low and behold there is one in my garage now... never give up. maybe when I am 77 years old and can't get in and out of the car anymore ... and you are 35... look me up!

ps Welcome!!! There are a lot of good people here.
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