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Welcome to the Inner Circle
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Ahhh . . .the smell of an old car. Dirt, mold, leaded exhaust, grease, and old jute padding with no air conditioning. Teenage drummer boy and graying dad take it for a drive around the block, which naturally extends to around town,(gloating internally yet trying not to show it as other middle-agers and teenagers alike stop to watch us go by). We return smelling of sweat and old car. The teenager exclaims how he loves the smell of that car, and dear old dad smiles, as that lingering odor mixed of sweat and old car transports him through time to a previous era. Who says one cannot be a teenager again?
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