w00t. Drove Towhead around Poly, then back home, under the tutelage of the Mouse. I'm nine kinds of amped at this point, and I didn't bother to count how many times I stalled that poor stick-shift beast, but I've been behind the wheel again.
Now I'm going to neurotically hack and slash for about an hour to burn off this tension.
Now I'm going to neurotically hack and slash for about an hour to burn off this tension.