Aw, shucks....I warn't Okie bashing! Hell, I WAR one fer a cupple yars.
Just kidding! Tulsa was a great town, and as mentioned earlier on in the story, a beehive of musclecar activity, as well as being the Mopar Mecca of the Southwest! I drove away from Tulsa in '79, stoked to the gills on black coffee and sugar, my radar locked in on two tiny tailights, and never looked back... but it played such a major role in my life, and the life-and-death/rebirth story of BOTH my Dusters that I will never forget it, nor would I care to. Some day I'd like to go back just to visit, and see what's changed.
