After the reception and dinner, there was a kind of car show being held in the streets of Greenville. I think Bruce would like this car.
It was strange. I was wearing the t-shirt they had made and was still in my leathers. Walking around town people kept walking up and asking about the ride. Groups of young women in cars would hoot and holler as I went by. Some asked for my autograph. On this particular day, I was not invisible.
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