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Oh, I know. You guys are both right. I just hate seeing folks that share a common bond (the best Camaro of all time IMO) at each others throats. Guess I'm guilty of trying to play peacemaker. In Highschool back in the early '80s I was always that guy breaking up fights at keg parties. Sometimes guys would listen, sometimes not. Just wish I would have listened when several friends told me not to chase Jack Daniels with warm Budweiser. Ah, those summer nights.
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