Around 20 years ago I was driving into the city over the 59th St. bridge and looked to my right and what’s sitting next to me in traffic?
The pink range!
It was some rando weed carrier looking dude driving it but as a young Dipset super fan I was tempted to follow that bytch uptown but I had somewhere else I had to be.
Breh..even though the milage is frightening to fathom, there's something special about those old whips.
Remind me of a time when my wife got a 2002 Jag and the interior was so busted, but fukk all that. We put a Bluetooth speaker in that bih and was bumping SOS Band to the damn beach
Sadly she got in a car wreck because her co worker hit her while she was on the phone.
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