jim richardson
Jan 21, 2022
3 minutes
“We loved cars, and we enjoyed the challenge of fixing them. It didn’t occur to us that we didn’t know how.”
I was a tall, skinny guy in high school, and not very effective at defending myself. But I didn’t need to be because my best friend, Rick, was formidable. He was my height, but had hands like baseball mitts, 17-inch biceps, and could bench press 170 pounds. I had 11-inch pipe-stem arms, like the wimp in the Charles Atlas ads.
Neither of us
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