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Lots'a luck with it, pull a keg upta the potbellied n set a spell. Mid-Joisey myself.
Of course, as a new member you realize that you've godda buy a roun' fer the house, right?
All kiddin' aside Shill, takin' delivery when the ground'z cold'z gonna be a true test'a yer restraint. She comes with max summer tires n' they don't cotton to cold streets n' cold in general. They grip ta beat the band in the warm, but the cold tends ta make 'em put the fingers that they grip with in their pockets ta keep warm.
If ya kin keep it oud'a the weeds until until it warms up, you're gonna be one pleased individual.
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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