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Pish-posh. Busting down the PCH, windows down, hair flying, beautiful girl at the wheel... everyone smiles and gives you a thumbs up as you go by. Then you pull off the side a little side road, park at a jaunty angle, and lay out the picnic blanket. Sit out in the sun, pop a bottle of wine, and smile and bask in how cool your are, next to your little sqauty two-seater with the big bonnet, red paint and silver chrome gleaming in the sun... That is the epitome of cool, my friend! (Especially because people are always stopping and interrupting you and asking, "What the heck is that thing, a Jaguar?" or telling you about when they used to own one, and how cool they were back then...)
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