Zipping along the country roads around Princeton, clipping the apexes of the curves like a pro. The engine sounding magnificent growling like it should. The roof down, the wind in our hair...
Then I awoke from my daydream. I was still stuck in the traffic on the way to work this morning. Complacency from MnDot last night had caused chaos during rush hour.
Oh how I wanted it to be summer..
FG sits there, sheeted down in the corner of the garage on dollies, perhaps he's dreaming of the summer like me.
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