Been stuck in my head lately, for the last few months. Comes and goes; sometimes it stays a little longer.
I've come to a decision last night though. I'm going to trade/sell my knucklehead for one.
It's like Darth Vader telling Luke, " It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son." Well, maybe not the galaxy for me but I want to rule the streets of Long Beach with a 510 wagon.
Wagons are the fucking shit. I'll finally own a Datsun again. My life would come full circle. But this time around I'll run around town with a Sinners SoCal car club plaque on the back.
Oh, I was kidding about trading the knucklehead.