In my younger years, I hit a cruise night pretty much every week. As I get older, the thought of looking at the same cars week after week, just doesn't seem like a good enough reason to get the car out anymore. Long story short, a buddy of mine had just gotten his car on the road, and called to see if I was gonna go to cruise night in an hour or so. I was at the shop, and told him I probably wouldn't make it as I was kind of in a groove... The more I thought about it, I thought, what the heck. Glad I did, as the company was way better than the cars, but that is what it is mostly about anyway...
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| My buddy Mark's 46 |
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| More to come on this one.... |
