After a job all summer and after school, one of Jr.'s friends was able to update his $500 'beater' to a 'decent ride.'
He came by grinning like a new papa, begging we go for a ride (another 'note-to-self' moment.) Jr. took 'shot-gun', which left me the back seat. Friend then proceeds to tell of all the best features; I didn't hear any of them. As a matter of fact, I didn't hear anything for two hours afterward because the first feature demonstrated was the subs.
I'm guessing the next was how fast they could get to by the end of my street, followed by the sharp turning radius as he made the corner. The whole time, every cell in my being is 'bumping' to a rythmic beat.
Because I'm SURE somewhere along the line my heart stopped, I'm wondering if maybe it was that 'bumping' that resuscitated me.
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