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Well, if they're always properly inflated . . .
Only bustin' Whip. 'Z'long'z you still get the chance to get down n' take a close look at the workin's was my concern.
I'd probably catch alodda flack for my li'l grass-skirted hula girl on my racin' dashboard doilie. Different strokes.
Be well.
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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