It takes jutspah!

I am pretty sure I could have rented a similar two door sports coop, with a killer burnt orange paint job, in Iceland as I did last night in Florida. And I suppose I could have programmed my ipod to play a similar mix of Classic Rock and jazz and 50s tunes as I found on the radio during my 5 hour drive along the Panhandle. But I would not have been on a 6 lane highway, weaving in and out of traffic, like a race car driver, the whole way. Just the way my brother, Billy, taught me to drive.

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