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Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrr-g-g-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h!
The wounds're too fresh! No 'Healey flicks! Please!
N', if I'm not mistaken, that's a '62. (Nope. 'S'got roll-ups) A little overly pimped out, but ahhhh, she's a classy lookin' date. (Although, that warm n' fuzzy feelin'd disapate in a heart-beat once you started layin' into some corners with those knee-action shocks)
But like Stewie, at the time, they were the best bang for the buck, foreign roadster-wize.
Thanks Dude, n' 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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