The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete in the urban compound.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

There's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of...

Anything - a destination, a person - that has some mystery around it becomes exciting and attractive.

Written By Cam Gigandet

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