Turn and turn the propeller. Who knows if the car, one of those old ones but of immortal appeal conjuring another era, will ignite or, as it seems, it recognizes the driver by their dress, just right for the decade.
Turn and turn the propeller. Who knows if the car, one of those old ones but of immortal appeal conjuring another era, will ignite or, as it seems, it recognizes the driver by their dress, just right for the decade.