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I was beginning to coast down the crest of the one long hill on my drive yesterday morning, and lo and behold I passed another Festiva in the slow lane. It's like sighting a unicorn, I've only seen a couple ever here, so I tapped the horn once and gave the old guy a thumbs-up as I silently slid by him.
The old man goggled at me through his tiny round Teddy Roosevelt specs and his great big walrus moustache like I had blown a train horn. I thought at first he was also shocked to see me, but since my car is barely recognizable as a Festiva now, I think I just woke him up. Half a mile later, as I bump started again on the flat road, he was barely visible in the rear view mirror
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