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Show 18, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 4] "Why do you think we're always tilling ballfields and selling lightbulbs? I mean Brother Lion we got, I don't know about you and Joe Nameth, maybe good if someone needs an extra at a dinner-party but you're late, you're late, we got the families started, we made them little copies of ourselves and let's admit it, let's face it, even for you maybe, huh, sex isn't all that important anymore?" Back in 1968, between their preoccupation with Hornets and Matadors, American Motors had made a strong move at his age-income bracket with their Javelin and the American Motors 'X'. He took a sassy blond named Sally something down to the franchise by the viaduct and they drove away in a Javelin. And he was feeling pretty proud of himself; that lasted one block to where Sally saw a guy sitting in a Stingray, daring him at the light at Tallmadge Avenue. "There's a certain type of guy," she began, "I notice driving a Corvette. . ." "Aw hell, Sally," he complained, "there's all kinds of good pay envelopes in the Rubber City, and everybody drives a Corvette; however there's a certain type of guy who drives a Jaguar: you can't miss those flat L.L. Bean touring caps, in pigskin or houndstooth--' But what she'd said had sunk in. |