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At the end of a frustrating day, nothing beats a Dickin's Cider.
That's all I've got, except for the story about the jackass who apparently put the lugnuts on my Porsha with an impact driver, forcing me to drill two off and replace the entire set.
A high end shop that will not see me again soon, you betcha. Anyway, get your Dickin's Cider, and don't get it confused with Dickinson's. People who like the one, rarely like the other. Also, don't get caught up in Porsche Perfection Paralysis. They are just machines, and when we put them on pedestals they can really let us down.
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