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Tag Archives: cars
rear-ender – January 5
1.5.2107 The car hits. shock to the systems what am I feeling where did my brain go. fuzzy vistas. a result or just more of the usual at my age. when we have alzheimers, how the heck … Continue reading
good breeding
11.25.2015 I took the mercedes in for repairs today old quality needing quality care. solid on the road a feel of command as if engineering was proper breeding. even good lineage requires topping off. ——————
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Tagged bodies, care, cars, genes, lineage, maintenance, mechanisms, repairs
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olden times – November 30
11.28.2014 [olden times] rear wheels drive like in olden times when knights were bold and we all slept in log cabins before there were beatles and sync boys back in ancient days like, you know, the fifties. ——————-
Mercedes anxiety – September 22
9.22.2014 Mercedes anxiety too much, too rich too decadent, too costly even at a bargain what will people think how will I deal with how nice it feels to own one. ———————
black escalade stuck – February 26
2.26.2014 black escalade stuck in the snowbank bleach blond driver tight on her cell when you’re going sideways four-wheel drive don’t mean nothin’ ————————-
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Tagged affluence, cars, Escalade, ice, overconfidence, pretension, SUV, Winter
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