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Had to hang up the lead foot for a while, hopefully for good, after a near crash the other week. I was pushin the red line vision smeared, thumbs angry, voice sharp- wild like prairie wind. So tonight it's just beer, nothing that can cause combustion, I've retired the horn, and traded my brights for a moon roof, cause with her I like cruising- and all I want is to enjoy the breeze, drop her off safely, and remember where I parked the beater.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
Lead foot with a wool sock
Had to hang up the lead foot for a while, hopefully for good, after a near crash the other week. I was pushin the red line vision smeared, thumbs angry, voice sharp- wild like prairie wind. So tonight it's just beer, nothing that can cause combustion, I've retired the horn, and traded my brights for a moon roof, cause with her I like cruising- and all I want is to enjoy the breeze, drop her off safely, and remember where I parked the beater.
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
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