There are few things I love more than long road trips with the top down, stereo blasting, wind in my hair, burger in my lap, ketchup all over my shirt. Especially when I’m driving across the moon. The only problem is that after nine hours in a convertible, you emerge looking like you’ve been sucked through a vacuum cleaner, face… Read More ▶
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