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Originally Posted by ckissick
For me, it would be the day when, at age 18, I got into my new '78 VW Scirocco, loaded up with clothes and a stereo and, after waving so long to the folks, slipped a Grateful Dead bootleg into the cassette player, turned up the volume, and headed down US Highway 101 to UC Santa Barbara, my long blonde hair blowing in the warm breeze. That's when the real fun began!
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oddly enough, I wouldnt mind reliving my time in Isla Vista in the mid 90s.