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NE ND | I remember my dad "wiggin" out when I was a kid if the pickup seat was moved. Of course that was back in the days of manually
operated bench seats that were gummed up with 20 years of cab dust. Dad would grab the hand lever then start lurching back and forth like he was training to be part of the US bobsled team, usually dumping a kid or two on the floor in the process. About 3 attempts later he had the seat close to its original position. | |
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