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I know you rider, gonna miss me when I’m gone.

This afternoon, I’ll say goodbye to my Volkswagen Golf.  This ending is not exactly how I thought it would be (are they really ever?) but it’s a pretty good one, and I have no complaints.  13 years is a pretty … Continue reading

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>It’s hard to explain

> …why I have a thing for old Datsun Zs. I pursued this gentleman (while ironically driving an M3) yesterday as long as I could, much to the chagrin of my passenger who moaned and complained loudly about how much … Continue reading

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