I just met the sweetest old (six-foot-tall) Swedish lady. I was looking at her old SAAB, and she was telling me all her stories.
She picked it up at the docks in New York City in 1965 and drove it all the way to L.A. On the way, when she was mixing in the two-stroke oil when gassing up, men condescendingly told her that that's not how you do it.
Bless her soul.
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