In 1995, I was a young teen in my dads 93 500E merc, spruce green (minty green'ish) A1A Mia Fl 3am
He flew back to Massachusetts (home) the Car was just in the driveway, I swear it was calling me, Jake, drive me Jake, wait until mom go's to sleep, pickup those big booty girls you saw @ the Ventura mall, I did what the car asked of course 😐
130mph, almost died, never drove that fast again, had to clean out wine cooler throw up the next morning before Mr. Miller came back
Cleaning throw up between the window seal was a challenge, btw my father still has no idea what happened, he thought I just enjoyed hand washing the car, he said thanks but never put coconut scent spray in the interior, Here's $20 go get a CD
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