A bleary car ride out to the west coast for a fishing trip with Cobain +1 this morning quickly turned into an old-fashioned adventure. The pregnant roller-blade Matiz broke down in the middle of the middle of nowhere. Ended up in a small town that time forgot. The mechanics were cool with us taking stupid pictures with the junky cars. Someone messed up that beamer good, rolling into a ditch and filling the sun-roof with ditch-mud. That probably sobered them up fast. The mechanics helpfully suggested that we check out the SOJU FACTORY across the road...
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