… it was 10 minutes to 1982 and I was sliding down a hill on black ice until I hit a stop sign on a very sturdy pole. The car is gone and so is the road. And the pole too. Ahh, sweet nostalgia…
But it has it’s perquisites.
Baby, baby when I look at you, I get a warm feelin’ inside.
– Prince, speaking of Victoria Principal and the 2008 Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe.
“Joined at the hip” means that your S-Type (along with Lincoln LSs and Ford Thunderbirds) and my car share DNA. It is not a parking instruction. If my key didn’t cost $120 to replace…
it would still not be worth it to, uh, artify your POS. Unless you dinged me. Then you’d be toast.
F***ing Biltmore Neiman Marcus shopping pricks
my car. Check out the rims. Effen Cragars, man.
Mel Clayton, s***iest place to shop on Camelback, has one of these Cragar Ford Mustangs. Yes, the scoop is real. i am in love.