I used to get excited to see Ohio plates in Nashville so you can imagine how pumped I was to see this Jaguar parked right around the corner from our place. Make that our
flat, rather. This is Europe, baby. Anyway, I left the flat yesterday and saw this beauty and stopped dead in my tracks. I shed a small tear and looked around madly for the owner and then admired the car itself, one that absolutely deserved to be shipped from the states. And since I discovered it I've only had one thought on my mind: Mom, I expect you know what you need to do with the Corolla.
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