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big bad business buddies

Who would you gladly go into battle with?

For me, it’s my buddy Meads.

Meads is a mountain of a man. If you were attempting to hold a gate during a siege, he’d be the lock.

Meads the Mighty, speaks with a voice that reminds me of a distant thunderstorm. His voice came murmuring through my phone in a low rumble

Hey man, I’m out front. We doing this?

I was out in a flash, his blue beauty parked on the street in front of my house.

It’s a 08. It was bought new by a old lady who kept in in the gargage. It was sold to another old lady who barely drove it. She mostly kept it in a garage. Then? She sold it to my dad who gave it to my mom.

What did your mom do with it?

Oh, she didn’t drive it either. She mostly kept it in the garage too. It’s sixteen years old, I’m the fourth owner and she’s only got 40k miles onto her.

I smiled and laughed - women don’t seem to like convertibles.

Dude, have you ever driven in one? Anyone with long hair has instant mats if they drive with me. Women have no business …