I figured I might as well respond to this one:
>>The trick is to have cars whose cumulative age is greater than your own!
I'd heard it as a formulation of a midlife crisis thing: You know you're getting
old when your car is older than the women you're trying to impress with it.
(sorry, females on the list. I don't write 'em.)
Either way, I've got it down.
'70 MGB roadster. I was born in April of '74.
'nother subject entirely:
Who's going to the MG club get-together in DC this summer?
British Car Day in Bowie?
later, all.
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I say we are here in human form to learn by the human heiroglyphs || L ||
of love and suffering. There is no intensity of love or feeling || _ ||
that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to ||\_/||
take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve. || ||
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