My rooftop is bare, my friend.
No matter, thenfire still burns.
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“...My rooftop is bare, my friend....”
Yer killin’ me... Haha!!!
Thanks, everyone.
I miss seeing all of those steel beauties parked on my old street.
But talking with like-minded folks who appreciate what it feels like to drive something awesome and so American, well... it’s just a good thing to do.
The Irish whiskey is wreaking havoc on the brain so, I’m off for a wee bit now.
Good talking with all of you.