Still think the stealth look works better. All that carbon bling was very moody.. dark as night.. almost black...
Black... like the clouds of death that follow me into the forest of doom and hide in the wardrobe of darkness!.. You lock me in the cellar and feed me pins!.. Where are we sleeping tonight Mother? Father's grave?!?.. My eyes! My eyes...are pies! And yours..are lies!
Blaaaackk!
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Fully paid up member of the S.A.S. (Scottoiler Appreciation Society) 27,000 miles on original chain - and still going strong!
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