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1961 356b
My '63 Corvette Stingray Convertible was stolen in 1965. I ran across a cream colored 356 1600 Coupe while visiting at home and drove it back to SD where I was stationed. The first winter in SD with a 356 was a real learning experience. It wouldn't start after sitting out in bitter cold wx until it was warmed up for a whole day in a gas station garage. The heater was a joke- on me. The engine used so much oil I had to add a quart every 100 miles. The oil bypassing the valves ended up coating the windshield. I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other with a rag wiping the inside of the windshield. After going to Vietnam, I had my dad sell it. Damn, wish I had it now. It was the only car I ever learned to adjust the valves. For all the problems it gave me, (just rememberd driving in SD crosswinds) it was a joy to drive.
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