In the second year of driving my 1987 4/4, I am enjoying myself cruising the
Pennsylvania back roads. With the top attached and side curtains on, I have
a hell of a time getting in and out of the car. But once I am in the cabin,
I am in heaven. (I am fat at 210 pounds). No matter what problems I
encounter at my regular job (a manager) or my side job (a networking nerd) I
only feel complete in the Morgan. Long live the Morgan and if I get enough
dough, I will buy an Aero 8 - forget the controversy over the headlights.
It's like Bush and Gore!
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