WHERE THE RUBBER HITS THE ROAD. ALL CREEPS and kooks ARE WELCOME.
I reckon your Heart is racing. Not from your last four cups of coffee. The Love of a good car keeps the ticker clickin' forever. around here, we talk car crushes, book crushes, Music crushes. Heck, we'll even talk People crushes, if you want.
Love has no bounds, they say. It's the trip, not the pace, they say. well, stick around, creeps, while the tail pipe rattles into the sunset. That's right, step on the gas as we gaze at everything rippin' round the kitchen sink...
SO BE GROOVY OR BEAT IT, MAN.