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down hard every 82 inches. My new route was the furthest from the news office and had the most extreme hills in town. Over the course of the next year, I managed to wear out and replace the three-speed transmission, and was well on my way to wearing it out again when I traded the bike in on the latest Schwinn ten-speed Varsity Sport in green metal-flake with chrome fenders ($64.95 before trade-in). Now that I was earning more money, my bike mods included white plastic brake grips, generator-driven head and tail lights, a chrome frame pump, and a full leather tool bag hanging off the back of the seat. Downtown! And the Point Is . . . ? Detailing New 3-Speed 1967 -- An early detailing experience. For the record, Carl no longer uses floor wax for the paint and steel wool pads on the whitewall tires. concrete curb. Going too fast to stop or turn, I bailed. Even without my weight, the front wheel of my new bike crossed the ditch in the air and bounced off the sharp outside edge of the curb. When the dust settled, my tire was still inflated, but my rim had a severe "flat" spot, making the slow, mile-long ride home like riding a jack hammer with the front of the bike thumping Towards the end of my route, one of my newspaper customers kept a red Porsche 356 parked out on the street. It was already old and tired at that time (1967-68), but it had to be the only Porsche in our small town. It was clearly not a daily driver, as it was always there for me to ogle as I was finishing my route -- a real live "race" car I studied nearly every day. That is when I caught the contagion. This is not a story about bicycles, it's about PORSCHES. Bikes were just the gateway ride. www.pnwr.org Foreshadowing the Pharmacist's Car 1971 -This 1971 Porsche 911T plays a significant role in the next chapter of Carl Spencer's road to Stuttgart. OCTOBER 2013 43

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