I mean that literally. Moments after photographing what I now know to be my destiny, I fell flat out, face down on the sidewalk in front of plenty of people. It was super fun. As I sit here with scraped up and swollen hands and knees, I have to wonder if my gorgeous, future 2 tone sea-foam green girl was trying to stop me from walking away from her. I can’t fault her for it. We are meant to be together. I wish she had used her powers to write me a love song instead, but you have to admire a girl with hutzpah! There was a for sale sign laying across the front seat. I can’t stop thinking about it. Think the owner would trade her for a 1989 Honda Civic with a Rust-O-Leum paint job and Mr T on the roof!?! Technically it’s also a custom. Just not a customary custom.
Hey Mark of the Milligan, does this girl look lowered? I figured you might know. She looks like she could be. I hate when they Dr up a natural beauty. She also has those curb scrapers…haven’t seen those in awhile!!!