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When I was about 19 or 20 and working 3 jobs
to support my habbit (drag racing), my dad would often come out and find me asleep either in or under my Mustang
after working on it all night to get ready for race day. One morning he said "I see you slept in your cradle again",
having a handle of Cat on CB at the time Cat's Cradle became the name of my car.