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Thanks for the heddzupp on the Black Bass. Godda check it out.
But for the valet parkin'? Last year when I first picked up Stewie, we took a trip to a place that had valet parkin'. 'Guy comes runnin' over n' he's tryin' to take my keys. Needless to say, that didn't happen n' while he was massagin' his wrist, I advised him that I don't let my wife drive my car. What made him think I'd willingly hand over the keys to him?
'Works every time. There's no way that any of us should willingly relinquish Stewie to some stranger so that he can try to get a "road test" in between the front door n' the eventual parkin' space. What? So he can advise his goombas what he thought of the car's acceleration, handlin' n' brakin' abilities? I don't @*#&in' think so.
Be well.
Java
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