It’s a glorious spring day in the late 1970s. You’re rocking your iron-on R2-D2 T-shirt, the one with the Five Alive stain on it. And here comes that familiar rumble. That unmistakable holy rolling thunder of bald plastic tires barreling down the sidewalk – tassels majestically rippling with the breeze. Your turn is next. But […]
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