Jake: What is this? Elwood: What? Jake: This car. This stupid car. Where's the Cadillac? Jake: The Caddy, where's the Caddy? Elwood The what? Jake: The Cadillac we used to have! The Bluesmobile! Elwood I traded it. Jake: You traded the Bluesmobile for this?! Elwood: No ... for a microphone.
Elwood: It's got a cop motor, a 440-cubic-inch plant. It's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters, so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say? Is it the new Bluesmobile or what?
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It´s 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, half a package of cigarettes, it´s dark, we´re wearing sunglasses...
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Also seit drei Minuten ist mir klar, das diese enorme Hitze anscheinend nicht so bekömmlich ist! Führt offenbar zu eigentümlichen Gespamme und Ausfallerscheinungen ...
Aber was mich am meisten verwirrt: was soll denn dieser allgegenwärtige Spoiler????
So nun aber los, Fleischer macht sonst zu ...
Schotte (der in seinem 120-er Skoda einst den Aufkleber "Hubraum statt Spoiler" befestigt hatte)
_______________________________________________________________ Lieber ne gesunde Verdorbenheit, wie ne verdorbene Gesundheit!