Back in the day I was a poor surfer boy & the old Tripper & pals had a hard time makin' it to the beach on a regular basis. So we formed a surf club & all chipped in to buy a '58 Chev ambulance. That sucker would haul lots of teens with all their surfin' gear the 50 short miles to Galveston & was a blast to have. I've been lookin' for another one or some funky station wagon on the cheap since my teen aged nephew's caught the surf bug. Wish I still had a picture of it! And ummm... Dad's hated to see us pick up the gals in such a beast! Can't say I blamed 'um! [S[ddd
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