Guttiwuts…

The Durango-95 purred away real horrorshow - a nice, warm vibraty feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. We fillied around for a while with other travelers of the night, playing hogs of the road. Then we headed west, what we were after now was the old surprise visit, that was a real kick and good for laughs and lashing of the ultra-violent.

I was driving back home with Troy after an evening filled with sarcasm and intrigue at our weekly Open Mic Night. We took route 67 to New Milford. Every time I fly through country roads at night, with that “real country dark,” I feel like Alex behind the wheel of the Durango-95. Ready for “in-out, in-out,” and “lashing[s] of the ultra-violent."

Have I mentioned that I really like A Clockwork Orange?