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Well Oiled
I walked into Don Vesco's Yamaha in El Cajon when I was 15 years old to buy a Helmet. He hired me on the spot. Sure learned a lot working for him, for over 10 years. My Dad had died when I was 12 and Don Vesco was a very positive influence when I needed it most. He was almost a surrogate father or maybe a Big Brother to me.
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