"During the summers, my older brother and I had the job of shuttling used clunkers from Philadelphia back home to Schwenksville where they were overhauled in preparation for the weekly Manheim Auto Auction. We never got to drive them in their refurbished state - only the pre-tinkered/pre-polished phase... after pistons had impaled engine blocks, heads had warped and twisted, and fluids had burned the color of molasses (the sort of condition Ralph Nadar would have declared unsafe at any speed). My little brother always came along for the ride."
*an excerpt from the introduction of my illustrated cancer memoir "Car Dealer's Daughter"
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