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120 The car

96 was a boxy

72 late model Ford

64 sedan white over

48 black innocuous bordering

36 on invisible and very fast. It had been

24 a sheriff’s vehicle originally bought at an auction in

19 Tennessee and further modified for speed. Perry and I listened to the big

18 engine idle checked the dual scoops on the hood. I had not seen one of

17 those on the road since high school. “You like the car'” Perry asked. “It’s all

16 right” I said my eyes ahead. “I’ve never been much of a Ford man.” Perry shifted in his

14 bucket “You know something about cars' For city cruising it’ll do.” I spent my childhood in

12 Riverdale New Jersey thirty miles north from long narrow Manhattan Island which sits in the bay among other