Not that I'm complaining. I like warm weather; windows down, breeze in my face, Carla complaining because the wind is buffeting her hair and ears. Of course if I drive fast enough I can't hear her...dang, did I type that out loud?
It is when I'm out in the old cars alone that I enjoy them. All the sounds and smells of a gasoline burning V8 as well as the smells of nature and life in a small town. Carra can have her drifting. I'll take shirt sleeves and arms on window sills any day.
Jeff Ford
Producer, Autorestomod
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