- It smokes into the Plymouth!
Borje swervs on Hälsinglands minimum asphalt strip just off the Baltic salty sink waves. I’ve been with the motor head for ten minutes and it stings in my eyes. Borje looks at me and hangs on to the steering wheel.
-Ha ha, we are deaf before Sundsvall he roars tugging at the wheel.
Last time i rode with him it was the clouds. I talked with adult sir Edström about the development of the hobby. This new Borje Bold barger is getting on my nerves.
- Read my lips, my Plymouth has all the disadvantages, he shouts and stops at a pine flying the door wide open.
The sun is hot. Bumblebees mose around and eyes pistils.
- The smell is exhaust and Dexron.
Cruiser Krantz does not know how to begin. It