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Wow. I saw this post on the Tao Jones and I had to read it. I couldn't believe my eyes. Well memories of Steve...first my list of classic Bay Area memories includes both riding in and piloting (Steve was never driven, because driving is for mere cars and Steve was more than that) Steve down on Wed nights. I enjoy the memories of making return trips up 880 piloting Steve while not being able to see the speedometer, not knowing how to turn on the lights, and feeling like I was flying every time I went over a bump. I remember the first time I realized Steve had no working heater and bundling up in blankets in the back seat. Thanks for the rides and memories. Much love Steve!

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