I was about 300 miles from the house and someone had dropped by to look at an old Harley FLH shovelehead that I had for sale but wasn't trying to hard to do so. Nice old bike and pretty fast for a kick/electric stock Harley. My wife calls me, and says you need to get home to go and look at this car. My wife says some guy wants to trade you an old car for the bike. I told her I wasn't interested in trading, but maybe for the right car I'd think on it. I get home and meet this guy who I swear is a big man and weighs 400 pounds. He says he has a car around the corner for me to see. I see he's so big he can't ride this bike or kick it over. I go see what's in his garage around the corner where it's dark and dimly lit. So much dust covering this car, and to boot, a little old lady smoking cigs is smokin up the garage. I asked what it was, and just had to see it in the daylight. We push it out, and low and behold it's a 1970 Dodge Dart Swinger with 48k original slant six air conditioned miles, white with dark green alligator pattern vinyl top, and two-tone green interior. Wiped the car down, charged the battery, primed the fuel pump and carb, aired the tires up. And after 3 years sitting, and last tagged in 2008 the car fired and started. Hech, the AM radio even worked. My gosh, it was icy and -20 in Great Falls, MT that day, but I drove it to the house, parked it in the garage, and rode that old bike over to the big guys house, and told him I would sure help him start the old bike when he was ready to ride.