It's 1978 and we are riding in a red Triumph Spitfire, which breaks down a lot, but is great on a summer, or nice fall, day with the top down and Born to Run or Darkness on the Edge of Town blasting out of the speakers and our best years are ahead of us and we can do and be anything and we're probably bullet proof, too, and chicks dig us, the important chicks anyway, and there will be a party tonight and we feel great and life is so so good.
Kind of nifty all the places a good disk can take you. Magic, like in time machine.
(Favorite tracks: I'll Work for Your Love, Long Walk Home and secret track 12. It's all good.)
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