Driving with Mr. Benson

Like it was yesterday, I recall driving my beat-up Monte Carlo with the windows rolled down during one hot and humid day in July 1976. The car had torn seats, a rusty roof, a few hub caps were missing and there was no AC. None of that bothered me much. What made my jalopy special

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