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Well even your worst run was better than my drive. I headed to Richmond yesterday (about 60 miles away) and the interstate was full of small man syndrome and penis envy types, that resulted in me doing my own auto-x only instead of cones I used other cars kicking the tripples till I felt better. After I got off the interstate, and was on the back roads it was a requirement to have blue hair and look through the steering wheel to be in front of me. Oh and do 20 below the speed limit. When I finally got a chance to enjoy the 911 the local law slowed my roll with a courtesy stop that involved all manner of conversation, like my lack of front tag, the fact that my handgun is bigger than his ect.
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Electrical problems on a pick-up will do that to a guy- 1990C4S
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