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You knew I'd bite, didn't ya, mikey? You're dogged in your attempts to draw me in to these punny threads and it's driving me crazy. I'm tired of it, and feel that you're full of hot air. This dog took a bite out of grime and all you can do is make jokes? I've wrenched my brain thinking of things to write here, racked it but good.

I'm shocked at your drive, yet it spoke to me in a classic kind of way. I'm rimming with anticipation at your answer, which will surely be the pits. Maybe it'll be on u-tube (a plug for that site, there). You're such a card! Don't get all huffy on me...

Golly, Ellie, distemper of yours. Why all the tooth and nail growling to get a leg up? Why go down that road? I'll hazard a guess: you're a wheeler dealer, and to cap it off, hubba-hubba, I'm jacked. I hope I don't O-fender you with my pinion during this bumper crop of puns that are racking up. I'm really not drawing align in the sand. No rim shots here since I believe chrome is where the heart is. This grease monkey has got his bearings now so steer clear and give me a brake.

I hair ya, Mikey. I need an adjustment, which would wheelie make me feel better. I must filter out the bad and get back on track.

I find a parallel to this story in my life. I once almost committed battery when a dog piston my bike tires, except that the owner - a huge woman with a snap-on (probably a distributer) - signaled her intention to bust my crank-case. You know the type, big old honkin' headlights and a rear-end dragging, huffing & puffing. Chick could'a used a tune-up, suckin' air and belching her way down the street. She yelled at me, "Hit the road!" This gave me license to back away.

It was shocking.

Your turn :)

I'm ready to roll.
Your story rings true, Ellie. Actually, it radiates and I tip my cap. No, I'm not steamed, I'm maintaining my coolant and I promise I won't blow a gasket during this trasnsmission. I don't mean to shift gears but I'm in a jam and I have to dash before I get board but this is not my vinyl word since I'm all keyed up and wired after you ignited by interest. However, I probably should carb my enthusiasm and cool my jets.
By the way, I was once charged with battery at a bus terminal and they put me in a dry cell. I admit I blew a fuse but it actually turned out to be a positive experience after I dropped some acid. Still, my parents grounded me for it.
Well. this is about my speed since I'm not a headliner, just a grease monkey going bananas who's not firing on all cylinders. Even so, I plan to get a head. I don't want to wind up as one of those guys who ask: Hey, buddy, can you spare a quarter panel? That would be alarming and I don't want to get hood winked.
I piped up but now I'm exhausted. Guess I don't have the Midas touch. Hope this doesn't sound too muffled.

Mikey - you're with friends here.
Don't blow a valve for your overshare regarding your overwhelming desire to park yourself in bus terminals. Just wear sealant or a clear coat of some type.

I, too, have a sordid passed. I followed the white line for awhile myself, never blinking. I was young, had a nice rack and junk in my trunk. It's the classic love story - I was brand new, not a mark on me at all. We're talking zero miles on me, not broken in at all. He was all muscle and could crank up the tunes. He was in a metal band that once opened for Mike & the Mechanics. Took me to the drive-in where we'd dine & dash, and park for hours. He was so exciting (the way he spoke!), I thought we were in it for the long haul. But he had a personal problem (let's just say that things look larger in the side-mirrors) and we ended up taking different paths. I got some pleather from the relationship, but I traded him in for a better model so it was for the best. Eye beam when I think of him, even though he really was a tool - I just lost my focus for awhile there.

Nowadays, things are slower. Raised a bumper crop of kids with the new guy. We don't dodge our responsibilities and only buy what we can a-ford. We do wheel well but have to budget to keep on track. We're gonna start a new enterprise to make money, right now it hertz to economize like this. Chrysler, we all have to buckle down some time.

We do have fun times, tho. We just got back from a cruise.

Wow, I feel better.

Look who's in overdrive. Ellie got on the stick but I still think she's acting a little shifty going tow to tow and pedaling her puns, but keep on truckin'. At least that's what my pals Manual and Otto say but I plan to stay neutral and coast since I don't want to become a speed bump. I want to pave the way for more a-Ford-able wordplay. Yes, I have the drive to do it. I'm always smiling. Some say I'm a Beamer but I think they're high and that's the low down on that but what a switch this has become.
I want to fly by the seat of my pants before I kick the bucket in this vinyl frontier. I may be a little oily but I'm no dipstick yet I do like a few belts now and then when I want to give someone the slip.
I think we should be in Accord on this. It's our Civic duty and I don't want to hear any Saab stories or I'll hit the roof. There is no Escape. We need to Aspire to this as long as we're not too couped up. We must also look to the Futura. Let's face it. We're clutch players now.
I know this may sound Dodgey and foreign but I know the best place to take a leak.
Gotta go now, somebody's on my front Porsche.

You might be honda something. I'm willing to let you drive, I'll ride shotgun. But no punny business...

Lexus all agree on our motor skills. We're just plain Volks who are not Fiat to be tied. There's not a Daimler's worth of difference and I think that is the Kia here. It's the Scion of the times. I've met Chevro people who think this is a Acura statement.
This is not a Mazda/slave senario, especially since Nisson is using their noodle.
Well, I'm Audi here before I get Mercury poisoning and all Bentley out of shape. I plan to stop off at a restaurant for some Lamborghini and a little Alfa Romero, maybe even a plate of Maserati and then: To Infinity and beyond! (I'm a Rover, Land sake, and always on the make for a model)

Maybe hop on a comet? We'd have a fiesta! I'm brushing my mustang & pinto, buffing 'em up to look pretty for the trip.

Your post doesn't wash so I'll shine it on and suck down some suds till things pan out. Might even catch a rerun of Grease.
I'm glad you're going to pony up and groom your mustang and pinto. You have horse sense. I bet you have a nice Ranchero. However, this chicken brain prefers the Falcon and the Thunderbird. You might say I'm Falcon goofy. By the way, my gal pal friend, Carnauba, is hellbent for leather to join the Wacs in Corninthia, now there's the rub. She sure does like to polish off a few while watching soaps. Perhaps she should go to finishing school instead but I'm afraid there's a gleam in her eye.

It's all about you, huh Mikey? Your problem is that you can't see the grease for the taurus.

I'm getting tuckered out.

I'm getting tuck and rolled out myself, Ellie. We got a lot of mileage out of this. I knew it would Escalade once we started. We're going to go into Cadillac arrest if we don't park it. I think that's the ticket. I hope I don't sound caddy. We just need to curb this before this hot rod winds up with a woody.

Thanks, Mikey! I was wondering when (and how) I would be able to use "hummer..."

Ellie just had to get in her last licks, huh? That was a low blow.

I'm having an off day. I bow to thee. (I got nothing).

That hit me like a Mack truck.

The bus leaves at 5:00p. Be under it.

But then I'll get exhausted.

Bus-ted!

I get off on that.