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Vintage memories

Yesterday I drove my MGB (circa 1968) to the countryside. The car is a open top classic British roadster with an engine that makes a throaty growl. The wind was caressing my face; the air was fresh and the passing landscape sublime. It was a beautiful day. I'm reminded that, in life, sometimes the journey is more important than the destination. Take your time, sieze the day and enjoy the moment.