No. 1 The Drive
Sometimes a flippant, “Honey, I’m going for a drive” means nothing more than that: a drive. The wind in your hair, throttle beneath your right foot, gear lever in hand; bliss. There’s nothing quite like it. Leave the world behind and drive. What more could you ask for?
Sometimes a flippant, “Honey, I’m going for a drive” means nothing more than that: a drive. The wind in your hair, throttle beneath your right foot, gear lever in hand; bliss. There’s nothing quite like it. Leave the world behind and drive. What more could you ask for?
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