The machine of a dream
In the words of Roger Tyler,
The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam
When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hands on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son
I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayin'
This is the end now
Cars dont talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now
When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove
posted by keppet @ 12:28 AM
10 Comments:
What a pretty horse.
Keppet has a Mustang?
Mustang Sally....
THAT'S the Dream?
*jealous*
Wow. Awesome car.
Why are red cars so cool? Very nice.
In the first week of being here, a guy told me to do two things while in California. Get a red convertible and dye my hair blond.
Step one...
Until I saw your picture, I always imagined that you were blonde.
Hey! Don't insult me!
Hmm. I feel I should be insulted by that remark as well...
Nice Mustang, sis. Makes my trusty little Polo seem a bit insignificant. Even if it is almost a convertible.
I wish I had a car.
Somehow, I can't imagine ever owning one that nice.
Niiiiice. I still want to see a picture of your bike though.
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