getting older
you know, sometimes you feel you need something. well for the past four months I've wanted something. didn't know what. While driving the bus one day, a 1988 Jaguar jumped up and bit me on the eye. Yep. I do not lie... It bit me right on the left eye..
.I tried not to look at it.. I really did, I drove by for two weeks looking to the right as I came into this particular block... Don't look I told myself.... Didn't work...
Sunny day, the guy that owned it has it in the street with a "For Sale "sign...they're killin' me...
I stopped...worst thing to do...they got you hooked... I stepped out of the bus n he sees me looking..
What could happen? a look couldn't hurt... Wow! Nice! How Much? really? could you do better?
I'll come back with the wife to look.....
Dinner that night in a restaurant near the area where the Jag is parked..Do you want to take a look at a car that I saw? SURE! Good woman... she knows me like a book. tries to talk me out of it..which convinces me more I can't live without it......
Bank, Mechanic, Insurance company, owner drives it to my house...MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Motor Vehicle Office....MINE!!!!!!!! 12 cylinder, monster. white with a brown top. nice!!!!
25 gallon gas tank...Premium gas,... 12 qt. crankcase... I love it!!!! Got to show the "Boys"
Cruise down to the OBI...(Oak Beach Inn).[empty parking lot]... "what's that? where did you get it? good toy.. How much??? I"m NOT tellin!!!!!!!!!
Lookin' cool! don't stop me now!!!!!!!!!!!!
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