Around my girlfriends house, we were scouting the woods for scrap piles (which we found several of), and we stumbled upon .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ........................ a 1956 chevy nomad, rolled over a hill and mostly rusted to nothing. The only identifying features were the nomad tailgate, and distinctive 56 taillights. Oh how I love finding lost treasures like that.
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