My Neighbors Hated My Car — Until It Brought Us Together
When I inherited my dad’s old, rusty 1967 Chevy Impala, it meant the world to me—but to my neighbors, it was just an eyesore. One neighbor in particular, Karen, kept complaining until I received a city notice to hide or move the car. Instead of backing down, my friend Vince and I built a tall…
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