"What, you wanna mess with the Geo?... You wanna talk about the environment? Yeah let's talk about the environment ******!!" -Miles Cummins: from the backseat with conviction.
Kind of like a vespa with four wheels, the Geo metro, at first glance, doesn't come off as the kind of vehicle that would evoke feelings of ego-driven, defensive pride, or shouts of derisive smack talk on the down town strip, but behold: to each his own. One man's pansy-feathered, four cylinder, glorified gulf cart, is another man's beacon of speedy stealth, deceptive agility, and a delightfully well endowed fuel economy. There's nothing macho about spewing dollar bills out the tail pipe or your GMC Denali, but everything sexy about over 40 mpg highway coming from the light weight's corner - suckha!
also. Cheers to Lemonsoul. I was just at a concert they put on at the diamond in Boalsburg. Old men laughed, young men sang, children frolicked, and house moms got to relive the glory days- wine glass in hand, a carefree sway, and old memories of when Tom Petty would sing them through the night (tonight Dan Vidmar will have to do!). I was reminded that Rusted Root is synonymous with summer time music and that once Matt Kenny starts dancing in any social setting, it's impossible to feel shy your self. There are times when I know I will miss this town and getting my suburban socks rocked off is one of them.
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