Two 1,000-Horsepower Motors, but No Cloud of Dust
In my younger and more volatile years, my father gave me a piece of advice that I've been turning over in my mind at 6,000 revolutions a minute ever since. 'If it floats or flies,' he said in his reserved but unusually communicative way, 'lease it.' So on the fortnight before Father's Day, I endeavored to do dearly departed Dad one better by having myself invited for a free ride on a Cigarette.
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