Couple of weekend back..early june..the cobra is up on chassis stands and I'm under it on a creeper. Was feeling a bit $hitty cuz I was sposed to go to wintersun at the coast but decided to work on the cobra.
This voice says..hey Reb, we had a great time, sorry you didnt make it, we won a trophy for the best outfit. ....I recognised the voice as that of a neighbour. This fella is a legal type, looks a little like Jamo but without the face fuzz.
He's telling me how his wife made up these special 60's rock and roll outfits for the occasion.
He's on the size of the car that my feet are protruding from so I thought I'd exit from under the car on the other side. As I slid from under the car, I looked up, and there is this fellas wife.
This fellas wife is a lil honey..5'2" maybe, petite, her curves compete with the cobra.
Now, I'm at ground level, and she is standing roughly over my head. Did she move??...NO!!
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And....this lady is wearing a 60's vintage vinyl mini skirt...pink and black top...pink bow in a pony tail .. did she move ? NO!!
did she wanna move?..didnt seem like it.
And..the thong she had on was the same color as the bow in her hair...and I'm not referrin to the thongs ya put on ya feet.
Lucky the RMC has a steel floor or I would have ruined the bottom of a footbox.
If I dont answer the phone from now on..you'll find me under the cobra....I wont be doing much..just waiting..hoping.
Take care u lot
I dont think I'll ever finish it!!
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