Cromado o niquelado de piesas de auto

 It was almost four thirty in the afternoon when we turned off Alameda Avenue into the artists' parking lot of the NBC television studios in Burbank. Duke was scheduled to do Johnny Carson's Tonight Show there at five thirty and had called us from NBC on impulse. A young NBC page cleared" us at the reception desk before we turned down the narrow corridor that led to the dressing rooms and to Studio One, where the Tonight Show is taped. Duke opened the door within seconds of our knock, his six-foot-four" frame filling the doorway. He was  dressed in a tuxedo, and he already had a drink in hand. 'What'd you come by, horse? he said, nil voice booming down the corridor. 'It sure as hell took you long enough!' 'Heavy afternoon traffic,' we told him.
He scowled and fixed us with eyes for a moment, then broke into a broad grin and stepped back, motioning us in and shaking bands as we entered. He had invited us for a drink to help him celebrate the Photoplay magazine award he would receive later that evening at the Beverly Hills Hotel; Photoplay's readers had voted him the most popular male actor of 1971.
 Duke closed the dressing room door behind us and strode to the makeshift bar he had set up on a credenza, where there was a neary full bottle of Wild Turkey bourbon, some clear plastic cops, and a champagne bucket tilled with metig ice. l be battender.' he said, lin ing up the cups and pouring the bon. He poured what in those days we jokingly called John Wayne Cockt tumblerfuls of straight lquor.