How Many Hours to Buffalo? "Jeez we've been in this stinking car all day!", I couldn't keep myself from whining, I was all sweat and anxiety after sitting in the car to national public radio for the past eight hours. "Hey sport, just a hundred miles and were there!", and my dad is so condescending, I can't even sit in the front seat. And what gives for that nickname 'sport'? Jeez. Can't he get that I never even wanted to go to Buffalo in the first place? *crumbling gravel sounds* "Hey dad, I think there might be something up with the motor... should we pull over and open up the hood to check it out?" I was awfully nervous, this is my dad's old car from his 20's, and I had been playing in it the day before with a couple friends of mine. Billy, who's my tallest friend, got the idea to open up the hood, and 'check things out', 'cause his dad is a mechanic, I trusted him on it. But then when we were
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