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Originally Posted by westopher
That yellow 911, my fucking god. I'm going to close my laptop now in hopes that it ends up in my dream tonight. That, with my wife in the passenger seat and my dog sticking his head out the window from the back seat, cruising at a cool 140 down the PCH listening to the rattly metallic boxer just screaming. Thats what life is all about. Cars like that evoke a passion in me that only the finest things in life can.
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My version of that would be the same PCH on an early summer morning, right when it's cool out and before the cops/tourists get on the highway, in a 1967 GT500 fastback, full frame off restoration with the heart of a modern GT500, perfect, glossy white paint on guardsmen blue stripes, music from the era at the perfect volume to still hear that glorious, primal roar of the blown V8 at full song as you cannonball your way south... Ohhhh....
Dreams. It's what wakes ya up every morning.