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Originally Posted by Dottore
...At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair...
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Read about a 400 lb. transexual who was riding through Houston with his/her boyfriend Orville in his '69 F150 pickup he'd cut the roof off with a torch he'd stolen from an oil rig where he worked the nightshift as a part time security guard.
She had a Texas sized macrame scarf that she'd bought at the swap meet wrapped around her neck for effect with ten feet of it trailing behind her as she was singing an aria from Rigatoni.
Tragically, the trailing scarf got snagged around the rear wheel, instantly drawing it so tightly around her neck that it tore the rear axle out from under the truck and the whole rear end drive assembly ended up in the bed.
Her boyfriend Orville got so pissed off he broke up with her on the spot.