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![]() King of the World I had a '51 Ford painted matte black with red primer. Not pretty to look at, but for me, it meant freedom. Freedom to go anywhere, mobile privacy or a mobile party. Five dollars worth of gas would buy me a night of my choice. Hormones, adrenaline, add to that a few beer, maybe some hamburgers and I was king of the world.
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