It’s 1:30 p.m. I realized this morning that I cannot have the car fixed in town or anywhere within thirty miles. This is probably the only 1961 Corvette in the county and everyone knows Dr. Laighles. I drove over to d**k’s Auto Body in Celeron, where he gave me the name of a shop in Buffalo.
“The man to talk to is Jerry Scott. He’s the best body man in Buffalo and he’s nuts about Corvettes.”
While I was there waiting, I watched a man fixing his race car. It had 4 Jr painted on the side.
4 Jr “You ought to come out to Stateline to watch the race.”
“I drove by the other night. What are you fixing?”
“The axle. I need to replace it. I cracked it last week. You said you messed up your Corvette?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How’d you do that?”
“Because of a girl.”
“It always is.”
“It’s gonna cost a
