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Me and my brother went for a drive up to my parents house in the foothills outside of Sacramento - he in his 33 and me in my 32. For sheer theraputic bliss, you just can't beat an hour long drive through twisty mountain roads...low 70's, tops off, no traffic, no stop signs...just the sweet sound of engine revs and spooling turbos echoing off the cedar tree trunks. Delicate sunlight creeps through the canopy of branches... casting shadows, like stripes on a zebra, accross the weathered pavement. You marvel at the tactile sensation experienced when car & driver meld into one fluid motion...quietly carrying momentum through the esses with effortless ease...a rush of adrenaline all too forgotten during the hustle and bustle of an everyday work week. This is what a day off is supposed to feel like - this is what weekends were made for. Mr. K was right guys...enjoy the ride indeed :-) 
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Took some pics at my folks place - nothing super special - 
