Armored car

I was barely 21 when I took a notion to buy an old Brinks armored car. It was a lark, nothing I needed, but I set about getting one. I wrote letters and ended up on a long distance, operator assisted telephone call to a man in Texas. He had dozens of old armored cars. The price? Three years of my pay! I asked, “Why so much?” He said, “We do a good business. We convert old armored cars into school buses and limousines for the wealthy, in the cities in Central America, where gangs and kidnappers rule the roads.”