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Out around town
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<p><strong>Dear Mexican: In 1983 or 1984, I was walking home from work down Haight Street in San Francisco one evening and stopped into Watusi Records to look through the dollar cutout bin. I flipped through it for a bit and then stopped dead when I saw the Jonny Chingas Pachuco LP. I looked closer, saw what was written in small print on the license plate of the car on the cover (“se me paro”), and went, “Holy shit! I’ve gotta have this!”</strong></p>
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<p><strong>Dear Mexican: What is it about Mexicans and collecting old cars? I have three Mexican neighbors with middle-class incomes but in each case, when the old car or truck wouldn’t run anymore, they would buy a nearly new replacement and then just let the old clunker sit in the driveway up close to the house or garage…for MONTHS! Hood up, radiator out on the ground, flat tires…etc.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><strong>Flying with my ford</strong></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Special Best Of Edición</strong></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;" data-mce-mark="1"><strong>Special Year-End Edition</strong></span></p>
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<h3><strong>Special Navidad Edition</strong></h3>
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<p><strong>Special Navidad Gift Guide Edition</strong></p>