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breakfast pizza. "Lean on, lean on me . . . Somethin' tells me-- Oh shit!" SCREECHING to a halt.
If Louis knows anything about cars, he can see a beaten-up '69 Plymouth Cuda. And a messy redhead sticking her head out the side, grinning, eyes wide.
"Where ya headed?"
If Louis knows anything about cars, he can see a beaten-up '69 Plymouth Cuda. And a messy redhead sticking her head out the side, grinning, eyes wide.
"Where ya headed?"
September 16, 2026 at 6:25 PM
breakfast pizza. "Lean on, lean on me . . . Somethin' tells me-- Oh shit!" SCREECHING to a halt.
If Louis knows anything about cars, he can see a beaten-up '69 Plymouth Cuda. And a messy redhead sticking her head out the side, grinning, eyes wide.
"Where ya headed?"
If Louis knows anything about cars, he can see a beaten-up '69 Plymouth Cuda. And a messy redhead sticking her head out the side, grinning, eyes wide.
"Where ya headed?"
limestone ridges, green, green hills. Not a car in sight. Even the Bison are vanishing in her mirror. No eyes on her here. So far, so good.
Charlie's so immersed in jammin' that she nearly misses the guy walking down the road. Her car goes by in a flash of blue, stinking of old oil and
Charlie's so immersed in jammin' that she nearly misses the guy walking down the road. Her car goes by in a flash of blue, stinking of old oil and
September 16, 2026 at 6:25 PM
limestone ridges, green, green hills. Not a car in sight. Even the Bison are vanishing in her mirror. No eyes on her here. So far, so good.
Charlie's so immersed in jammin' that she nearly misses the guy walking down the road. Her car goes by in a flash of blue, stinking of old oil and
Charlie's so immersed in jammin' that she nearly misses the guy walking down the road. Her car goes by in a flash of blue, stinking of old oil and
Fresh out of stark Missouri, having walked (okay, drove) the line where the Great Plains swallow the woods, still wearing the bonnet from the Civil War re-enactment she barely escaped with her life -- fuckin Bushwackers, man! But that's another story. Now it's all tallgrass prairie,
September 16, 2026 at 6:25 PM
Fresh out of stark Missouri, having walked (okay, drove) the line where the Great Plains swallow the woods, still wearing the bonnet from the Civil War re-enactment she barely escaped with her life -- fuckin Bushwackers, man! But that's another story. Now it's all tallgrass prairie,
youtu.be/TY70DJ2rE_M
"Shiiiiine on, shine on me, all I know is dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dahhhh." Drumming on the wheel in tune, rocking her head from side to side, scatting the words she doesn't know. The road rolling along far beyond and behind, here comes Charlie Cale.
"Shiiiiine on, shine on me, all I know is dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dahhhh." Drumming on the wheel in tune, rocking her head from side to side, scatting the words she doesn't know. The road rolling along far beyond and behind, here comes Charlie Cale.
September 16, 2026 at 6:25 PM
youtu.be/TY70DJ2rE_M
"Shiiiiine on, shine on me, all I know is dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dahhhh." Drumming on the wheel in tune, rocking her head from side to side, scatting the words she doesn't know. The road rolling along far beyond and behind, here comes Charlie Cale.
"Shiiiiine on, shine on me, all I know is dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dahhhh." Drumming on the wheel in tune, rocking her head from side to side, scatting the words she doesn't know. The road rolling along far beyond and behind, here comes Charlie Cale.