Growing up in Colorado Springs in the 1950s I was, like all of my male friends, a car guy. We worked, dreamed and schemed, anticipating three life-changing milestones: turning 16, getting a driver’s license and buying a car. A car meant freedom from nosy parents, from begging rides with friends, from taking buses, from having […]
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