and to all the freeq ladies -
Alone, we could ride the subways at night, go for hikes or sit by a roadside stream and have a picnic lunch..
Well, ya, you can see a problem right thar: Nobody makes a freeking car with a hood big enough so’s
a gal can play like a hood ornament. Not seeing a chick posing on a Hundai. All that’s left are clown cars?
I drove my mom’s cast-off black Corvair Monza all over town and felt like I owned the world. Ignorance was bliss.