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You can register using your Google, Facebook, or Twitter account, just click here.I'll not continue this story unless someone specifically asks.It aught strike curiosity in us all as to what in the world was a full blooded Cherokee Indian doing bed ridden on street named Standridge in a poor section of Memphis Tennessee in 1975?
OK!! I'm asking. Tell the story!!I'll not continue this story unless someone specifically asks.
The Cherokee story runs wide and deep and is so much different than most other Indians as to warrant a curiosity in and of itself, the Cherokee history that is.OK!! I'm asking. Tell the story!!
As soon as a find a moment:OK!! I'm asking. Tell the story!!
Definately interested. Born in Oklahoma and grew up there after middle school age (after coming home from living in Libya). I went to college in Tahlequah - the Cherokee capital. The street signs there are in English and Cherokee, very cool. The trail of tears is a fascinating, yet horrifying tail.The Cherokee story runs wide and deep and is so much different than most other Indians as to warrant a curiosity in and of itself, the Cherokee history that is.
I'll not be venturing too much there for the sake of brevity. It will be about this one particular Indian that I can't to this day remember his name. As soon as a find a moment:
I've got a '78 Spitfire.. My 1979 Triumph Spitfire is also temporarily in the shop as we are removing the carburetor to have it rebuilt as it is not running very reliably at the moment.
Funny you would mention these cars being a lot of work and learning a lot from owning one as that was actually the reason I came to own the Spitfire. This was actually the first car I owned and it has been with me for 20 years now. It was a gift from my father for my 15th birthday intended to teach me what it really takes to make a car run. He paid only $300 for it as even though it was in fairly good overall condition it did not run. It became my task to have it running and looking nice before my 16th birthday as this is when I was legally able to receive my full drivers license and drive on my own. He likely ended up paying more for parts and such than he envisioned however working so much on this car definitely made me appreciate it much more while learning a heck of a lot about cars.
Of course since then there have been many ups and downs and a heck of a lot more maintenance just to keep the thing on the road. There are also a whole host of very funny stories involving various places I ended up visiting and people I have met while being stranded or having to repair the car on the side of the road.