Why the hell didn't I find this book in 1986?!
Well, that's pretty easy. In 1986 when I wasn't working or, erm, sleeping, I had a wrench in my hand or the wind in my hair. I did very little reading outside of the stripped paperbacks I collected from one of my three jobs -- the books nobody wanted to buy (mostly Louis L'Amour & Zane Gray). But
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