Life Sketches: Remembering A Rainy Day Ride in Dad’s Old Buick – All Otsego

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Once a year, Dad would let the Buick down and get it started, not without a lot of trouble. It was always a group effort. Roger’s father and a couple of other guys on the block would help push it out onto the driveway. They’d inflate the tires and trickle gas into the carburetor.






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