I have a car that I love to drive. Yet! it sits in a garage under wraps and waits. Day after Day after weeks sometimes no one comes to open it's doors, sit in the old glove soft leather seats, grip it's steering wheel, let alone fire up that legendary German engine
The exust that often sets car alarms off as we leave parking garages sits silent and as the sound of foot steps all around it's Yokohama's ring out of life lived . And what was that ~bike TIRES a drop of oil rolls off the engine block, as tires squeak on past and the voices carry out into the light that is on the other side of the 3 walls, 2 doors and 1 roof that keeps a few horses under raps,
We only hear the sound of laughter fading into the chours of chatterin birds, squirrels shakin trees as the lossen nuts ramblingly bonk bounce and bashin what every is below that is the echo of carlessness and the one we hold dear in American University Park.
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