You'd meet somewhere. Simple, really.Originally Posted by Sir C
There's this odd generational thing about driving. For my generation, the day you turned 17 the day your freedom and independence arrived. There is all sorts of romantic guff to spew about a man and his relationship with his car and with the open road, but, more prosaically, what I don't understand about subsequent generations is, what do you do about women? I mean, when you asked a girl out, did you collect her on the bus?
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