euro, yeah, them Duesenberg boys really knew how to build 'em. For years in my early teen years, my fondest wish in life was a Duesy--someone in my town actually had a thirty year old SJ and I walked all the way across town once to salivate over it. Ah, the dreams of youth. Never got one.
The Dragon picture didn't pop up, and next to Duesenbergs I love dragons--can you repost it?
E is for Eggnog