Originally Posted by N. Motta
"My old man's spare tires were only actually tires in the academic sense. They were round and had once been made of rubber."
For one brief moment I saw all the bolts silhouetted against the lights of the traffic. And then they were gone. Oh, fudge!
Only I didn't say "fudge." I said the word.
The big one. The queen mother of dirty words. The "f, dash, dash, dash" word.