<html><head></head><body><div class="ydp615fcf26yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"><div id="ydp615fcf26yiv3335808709"><div><div style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;" class="ydp615fcf26yiv3335808709ydpa08a8b1fyahoo-style-wrap"><div dir="ltr">Just so you know your guys' stories brought my Rambler story back to me. When I was fifteen my grandpa taught me how to drive in his green Nash Rambler. It was stick and I watched his head bob up and down every time we stalled out. He was so patient and we did it over and over 'til I got the clutch right. He loved me so much and he meant the world to me. He was like a real dad to me and I adored him. He passed when I was twenty-one. I pray to be reunited with him again someday, not too soon though. Thanks for bringing back the memory.</div><div dir="ltr">Laurie</div></div></div></div></div></body></html>