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My Dad was that guy too. So many memories of him and the cars we enjoyed that now I can think back on and smile instead of feeling sad (it's been over 2 years). I keep one of his pipes he used to smoke (I used to pack it for him while he was driving) in my screwdriver rack in my garage. When I encounter a problem when working on a car, or just feeling pensive I'll grab it and think of him.
My deepest condolences. The memories will endure, cherish them.
Evan
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