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Ya know Iz, the reason that we're drawn to Stewie is 'cause'a what it allows us to be able to do.
N' I godda confess: I'm biased towards red leather roadster interiors. For more years than I care to admit to, nothin' has said real "sportscar" to me more than a two-seat cockpit done up in red leather. What can I tell ya? I'm weak.
But I've said it before: if Stewie only came in yellow n' bright green stripes with a purple shag interior n' the driver was required, by Mama Honda law (n' everybody know, ain't nobody argue with mama) that the driver wear a red n' white polka-dot derby . . . well, my garage door'd be closed when it was on the tarmac, but you know that it was behind that door n' that there was a derby in my hat-size hangin' on a hook next to it.
If the car's in good shape n' it is a deal, don't let the interior color sour it for you. I really do think that you'll wind up likin' it.
Be well n' good luck.
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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