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Message: <blockquote data-quote="barsoomcore" data-source="post: 1411196" data-attributes="member: 812">"Good grief! Why can't anyone in this stupid country learn how to drive?"Dan leaned on the horn of his beloved Nova once, and with a quick shoulder-check swerved around the Honda waiting to turn, the big straight-6 rumbling in sympathetic protest. He shook his head as he barrelled through the intersection, cut across two lanes and  slipped into the parking spot next to Mr. Vanderwolf's Caddy. He sat listening to the engine for a few seconds. The straight-6 was traditional, but he had his hopes on a 386 V8, and grinned at the memory of his weekend, testing out the engine lift and checking all the connections in preparation for the switch. Self-consciously he rubbed at his fingertips, where grease still lurked under his fingernails. He'd showered this morning, but then the timing belt was obviously slipping so he'd just given it a quick tweak. His shirt was still clean, though, he double-checked as he got out of the car and shook his head at the roller-bladers. It still made him grin, how everything you ever thought about California was true.The Caddy needed a tune-up. Dan wondered (not for the first time) if it would be weird to offer to do that for his boss. Likewise Alicia. He saw Sakura's motorcycle and rolled his eyes good-naturedly at the Yamaha. Detroit was the One True Source, everyone knew that. Not that he'd ever say that to Sakura. She intimidated the heck out of him.He saw Dexter and Sakura sitting at Dexter's desk."Morning, guys. What's up?"</blockquote>

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