Corvettes, Dad, Determination and Love
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At 140 miles an hour, the scenery swooshes by but time itself is meaningless; even seconds of powerful freedom transform into an eternity of powerful bliss. Thankfully his foot came off the accelerator early enough to allow the deer to run across the lonely highway without a splatter of bloody carnage. Hearts always jump immediately into the mouth when that happens, infusing that salty blood taste, and I im Read More