I drive so many cars a day they bore me shitless,most often the ones that are supposed to excite me.One so called supercar that really did impress me was a 928 - monstrous feet on the back with an LSD...and it just peeled out sideways from the curb both tyres smoking in perfect control like I do this everyday - bit of an ego stroker.
Huh,that reminds me - I used to service some old ladies Chrysler with a 390 in it...on crossplies! Turning right at a stop sign was fun - just floor it and pivot to the right,back off,then drive quietly through the haze!
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
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