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Up very early to get our daughter to the airport at 5:45, for her to go to London city to work for 10 weeks. It´s cold, 4 degrees, but sunny. After going back for some breakfast, I decide to take a ride in the Stag with the top down. The temperature has risen to 8 degrees and the air is so crisp and clear. Since it was Midsummereve yesterday almost everybody would be aslepp or maybe wakening with a grand headache (I would if it wasn´t for driving to the airport), so I should be more or less alone on the road.
At 7:30 I take the old, winding road going south from Stockholm. I AM ALONE. And it´s absolutely quiet except for the burble from the smooth TV8 and the birds singing. I meet a few cyclists, say hi to some horses, and whats this? Outside a house there´s a Union Jack. Must stop there on the way back. I go to nearest town south of Stockholm, cruising on the empty streets, and then find a road that goes along a big lake. Nice!
Going back I stop at the house with the Union Jack, to take a photo. A man comes out saying” It´s not every day one see a Stag!” He shows me what´s in his garage: An MGC and a -70 Rover 3500, so it’s a fellow Brittish car enthusiast… He´s admiring the look and sound of the Stag and then we say Bye. I drive on.. Suddenly a deer jumps out in front of me but not that close. Almost a Stag meeting a stag! Then the road take me over meadows and through small forests and finally home.
A nice trip in the sunny and crisp weather may not be the meaning of life but it´s certainly a very, very good part of it.
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Up very early to get our daughter to the airport at 5:45, for her to go to London city to work for 10 weeks. It´s cold, 4 degrees, but sunny. After going back for some breakfast, I decide to take a ride in the Stag with the top down. The temperature has risen to 8 degrees and the air is so crisp and clear. Since it was Midsummereve yesterday almost everybody would be aslepp or maybe wakening with a grand headache (I would if it wasn´t for driving to the airport), so I should be more or less alone on the road.
At 7:30 I take the old, winding road going south from Stockholm. I AM ALONE. And it´s absolutely quiet except for the burble from the smooth TV8 and the birds singing. I meet a few cyclists, say hi to some horses, and whats this? Outside a house there´s a Union Jack. Must stop there on the way back. I go to nearest town south of Stockholm, cruising on the empty streets, and then find a road that goes along a big lake. Nice!
Going back I stop at the house with the Union Jack, to take a photo. A man comes out saying” It´s not every day one see a Stag!” He shows me what´s in his garage: An MGC and a -70 Rover 3500, so it’s a fellow Brittish car enthusiast… He´s admiring the look and sound of the Stag and then we say Bye. I drive on.. Suddenly a deer jumps out in front of me but not that close. Almost a Stag meeting a stag! Then the road take me over meadows and through small forests and finally home.
A nice trip in the sunny and crisp weather may not be the meaning of life but it´s certainly a very, very good part of it.
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Midsommar1.jpg
Midsommar3.jpg
looks great, like the piping on your seats.
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