It was Friday and none of us had school or work, so we thought it'd be an awesome idea to go to the beach. Despite the fact that camber ware and frame banging was finally catching up to our cars, we still dipped out.
Victor's Ford Falcon took a shit half-way to the beach, so Anthony and I had to kill some time and wait for him to get some coolant. Classics need twice as much love as most cars do. At the moment it may have seemed like a bust, but one day years from now we will look back at times like these thinking to ourselves, "those were the days".