I remember...at I guess about 12 or 13....squeezing into my dad's Toyota pickup. A 1988 grey, with no cab, so me and my two sisters would (probably illegally) cram in the front seat with Dad on the way to school... Continue Reading →
I remember...at I guess about 12 or 13....squeezing into my dad's Toyota pickup. A 1988 grey, with no cab, so me and my two sisters would (probably illegally) cram in the front seat with Dad on the way to school... Continue Reading →