One step was enough to feel it. That rush of the open road in its infinite potential, and the limits of the engine's capacity to soar across it. The thrill of the ride in a car for a cub far too young to operate it could easily become an addiction, so let's hope their parents do a good job of hiding the keys from now on.
and I had this goofy idea a few months back to commemorate an artist who's been here longer than I've been around by a long shot. Their dedication to their craft is unmatched and I don't think it should go unnoticed. This one goes out to you
