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While the rest of the ol' carcass suffers neglect when it comes to bein' sacrificed to ol' sol, I'm never in Stewie that I ain't wearin' my baseball cap. I don't think it's so much for the thinnin' top-fur as much as it's my ultra-adjustable sunvisor.
We ain't had enough steady sun to do the first burn of the year yet, but it's only days before us folks up North East Way get our turn in the pan.
At least with the top down you're done kind'a evenly (well, except for the racoon part). Ran a hardtop for a day down in sunny F L A last year n' the lobster color has only just finally faded from my left arm.
Be well guys, n' no joke: skin cancer's up: take care.
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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