That's funny, jm. I used to keep the gp100 in one of a pair of packer boots under bedside table. Have new and undisclosable place of secretion at present. I was siphoning gas out of tractors when I was 15, Lowell, so I could drive around the fields in my Grandpa's 49 Chevy. Grandpa was gone to his reward and Gramma didn't drive and of course I didn't have a license, so I got a surprise one day when she said "Do you think you could drive me to Quaker (short for Quaker City, OH) so I can get groceries. She may not have understood the possible legal consequences or after a lifetime of swerving all over the road with Gramps while he looked at growing corn maybe she was game for anything. So I drove her to town--about five miles--only the one time. Didn't tell my folks.

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