which is ironic, because there were only rats and junkyard dogs in sight. Nonetheless, let’s race!
and fly away. Fency and carcentric versions of the same shot.
The place where Toronados
wait for a museum to be built come to die.
Cragar S/S’s are the boss, man.
No, I am not a stalker, Mr. Owner. I just couldn’t resist the spokes and that color. Why are you dialing 911?
It’s not a grail car, because I only rode in it once, and the highlight was not ludicrous speed, driving on the beach, or cruising campus for topless Western babes jumping in to sex me up. No, the highlight was being ordered to hop out and press the pedestrian button so the light would change faster. Yes, the true purpose of this
pussy magnet ego assuager was once again fulfilled in fine form.
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Then (ca. 1979) Now High school would have been a million percent better if the second one was in my driveway back in the day. Karma: Think again, Mr. Band Geek.Read more "What a difference 30 years makes"