Of course, it was bound to happen…

The lip, straight from Mount Olympus, designed and forged by the gods of aesthetics, sat in cryo-stasis in my garage for not one, but two years. Unpainted, it longed for action on the open road. Many moons later, it was finally draped with the silky black jade pearl color, more beautiful than the most illustrous shade of green on the most heavenly eyes of the most captivating woman that would ever live.… Read the rest of this now >>