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My stepdad and his Range Rover. They don't call him Maurice "Fashion Sense" Carter for nothing, y'know.
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A young Alex, Adam, and myself, preparing to kill ourselves in the most spectacular ways that two wheels would afford. This was back in the days when men were real men (who didn't need wussy suspension forks) and bikes were shaped like real bikes rather than motocrossers without engines.
(Posted November 30, 2005 03:37 AM)
Come now, and let us reason together: though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they
shall be as wool. -- God (Isaiah 1:18)