I like to ignore all that commercialisation that is Valentine’s Day by turning the feelings in my heart onto cars. It’s hard to ignore the fact it’s the day of love, what with all the stores raping the public by selling roses cards and chocolates. In fact, as I stood in line at the supermarket buying lunch, I noticed all the men – roses, chocolates and wine in hand -all looking a little peeved.
Anyway, after I got home I quickly knocked this out for Motor Ward whilst I devoured lunch.
Gargling Gas 
I would say it would have to be a classic car, some American muscle maybe. If its a young woman, then probably a Jag or a big Merc.
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I think I’d have to have the Alfa. It’s cute, pretty, but ultimately it’s an Italian piece of art.
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