I can’t drive a car without him doin’ his old life

From the gear knob, I spotted the ultimate high-altitude ridge: the grand dashboard! I hopped across the radio console and scrambled up the steep plastic incline with pure clone determination. Right near the windshield, I found a giant row of dark slotted vents blowing a gentle breeze! An elite trooper never backs down from a gust. I grabbed onto one of the thin horizontal plastic slats with both hands, hooked my boots into the slot below, and rode the air current like a champion! It's like standing on top of a roaring arctic gale!

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