When we parked, we knew we were in the right place as we cast our gaze across the parking lot.
Think 1971 Riviera.
And from the front
I could get used to driving that car. I doubt I'd care to feed it, though, and I'm sure the lack of fuel injection would challenge the religion I don't have very quickly.
Here's what I need.
There were another half dozen models there. Don't sweat the selection for my birthday. Any little thing there will be just fine.
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