9.6.09

I'm barbecued out lately. Not that I'm complaining... The funny thing about BBQ's is that a herd of men come over to the table of food and hoover it all up, leaving nothing but empty plates and a mess. They're rather like cows with their many stomachs.

Big Ian took me for a trip in his 1987 Mini.Here she is: She can surprising go some speed, but the faster she goes, the louder she goes gets. So we sat shouting over Mini's Bbbrrrruummm with big Ian folded into Mini.

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