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There's a street in town where every Friday & Saturday night the kids cruise, race, and roll coal with their trucks. I told my daughter if I ever caught her hanging out with them she'd be in trouble. Four years later she's married to one of those guys. I didn't think much of him, 'till one day he had to replace some leaking seals on his transmission.
He had driven three hours to visit my daughter and had to fix it before he drove back. His lifted truck was too tall to fit in my garage, so in rainy 40 degree weather he dropped his transmission, pulled and replaced the seals working under a tarp and was on his way back home that evening. Hard working, determined, and not much of a complainer. I'll grant that he can roll coal and sling a little mud from time to time.
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