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The 1972 Vega Actually, the worst investment I ever made turned out to be the best. My friend Jerry offered to “fix up” a wrecked 1972 Vega which I purchased for $300. The car looked as if it had fought with a semi and lost, but it ran. And aside from hammering out the fenders and a paint job, I thought I had a bargain. Jerry informed me he just happened to have five gallons of “psychedelic orange” fluorescent paint in the back of his warehouse. My car ended up the color of a crossing guard’s vest and could be seen from another state! Needless to say, I did not feel like Cinderella going to the ball as I drove around in my glaringly bright pumpkin coach. One foggy morning, as I was on my way to work, a five-car pile-up suddenly loomed in front of me. A man in a station wagon behind me was barely able to stop in time. As we slowly maneuvered around the accident, the man leaned from his window and said with genuine relief, “Thank goodness I saw your car! What’s that color called anyway?” “Lucky,” I managed to reply. Sandy Dahlhofer |
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