The mind's eye - what can you see?
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I can see...
September - a space blue Tuscan convertible being built. Nice choice of interior. Somebody is sewing a piece of leather round the steering wheel. Oh - he has stuck the needle in his thumb. Holy smoly it's Nikolai himself. Now that's a personal touch.
I can see...
October - yours truly driving away in his new car. Hang on - what's that red splodge on the carpet under the steering wheel?
I try to wipe it clean - bending down I inadvertedly floor the pedal. Unused to the mighty speed 6 I black out instantly. The car careers across Gatwick TVR's car park straight through Jeremy Clarkson's GT40 in which he has arrived to get some much needed lessons on driving a Tuscan. A cool but very gentle breeze brings me to consciousness (the a/c's on) - the GiT40 has been destroyed. There is a small half tonne of Ford debris lodged on the Tuscan's wiper. Quick blast of windscreen wash wipes it off.
The Tusk roars. Uncle E and his thaumaturgic tank burble off into the sunset, heading North to keep the glens awake.
>> Edited by uncle egbert on Tuesday 19th July 08:25
September - a space blue Tuscan convertible being built. Nice choice of interior. Somebody is sewing a piece of leather round the steering wheel. Oh - he has stuck the needle in his thumb. Holy smoly it's Nikolai himself. Now that's a personal touch.
I can see...
October - yours truly driving away in his new car. Hang on - what's that red splodge on the carpet under the steering wheel?
I try to wipe it clean - bending down I inadvertedly floor the pedal. Unused to the mighty speed 6 I black out instantly. The car careers across Gatwick TVR's car park straight through Jeremy Clarkson's GT40 in which he has arrived to get some much needed lessons on driving a Tuscan. A cool but very gentle breeze brings me to consciousness (the a/c's on) - the GiT40 has been destroyed. There is a small half tonne of Ford debris lodged on the Tuscan's wiper. Quick blast of windscreen wash wipes it off.
The Tusk roars. Uncle E and his thaumaturgic tank burble off into the sunset, heading North to keep the glens awake.
>> Edited by uncle egbert on Tuesday 19th July 08:25
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