Rasm.

Rasm.

Rums!

Hey, everybody, it's your twin mill.

Split and image bruiser, Holden McNeely.

Bunnin' boom, boom, get your motor running.

Head out on the highway, looking for adventure.

And whatever comes our way.

That's right, it's me, your big daddy bone shaker, bruiser, Jake Young, and I'm ready to make these wheels scream.

Hey, big daddy bone shaker, can we go eat acid and go to a cemetery in New Orleans?

Are we talking about Easy Rider today?

Is that why you just take that song?

I know.

I'm going to spend untold hours painstakingly customizing a Corvette so that a guy stuck in

traffic and go, cool. Yes, I've been watching a lot of those. We're talking about Hot Wheels,

by the way. I've been watched a lot of those videos of a nerd seeing a car on the street and then

surprising someone with the Hot wheel version of their car.

And I'd be scared.

I'd think I was immediately a part of a saw movie if that had happened to me.

And that I'd be solving a series of riddles so that my wife doesn't get executed.

Honestly, it's such a fascinating subculture because it would have in that moment

be more believable within your imagination that like there is a serial killer tracking you and

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