6th
August
2016
Part of a convoy
Waiting to enter the road from my driveway, I rarely wait for traffic. One, two vehicles tops. This morning, after more than two dozen cars had passed, and I finally had a gap, I noticed something really special. Not one of the clean, recently painted rigs was even built in this century. Totally against all odds, I was the odd one out in a classic car convoy.
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