I’ve literally never seen my boys as wound for sound as they were at the New England Car Show on Saturday. Boys and their cars, I guess.
In, out, open, close, push, press, twist, turn….repeat….repeat…repeat, etc.
They were crazy…and they had a blast.
That having been said, I would like to publicly apologize to all employees, dealers, manufacturers, and fellow car show patrons for my boys’ unyielding exuberance. While I knew they’d enjoy it, even I didn’t expect it would be this much.
Bygones.
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