WRONG.

The BackBlast:

the entire neighborhood was jolted awake by a loud screech that sounded like a train car stopping on the tracks, but nobody would’ve believed it came from a ‘25 AMG. No worries, it wasn’t Beethoven, he didn’t show up yet. At least he was earlier than Tuesday when he skipped half of ShoreCard. At least he was there.

Several speed humps, one stalled out dodge charger and a sketchy 4 lane crossing later some exercises were performed.

Time was running out so we headed back to find our homie still chillin in the charger. We tried to help him but 0/9 grown men knew how to put a hell cat in neutral and we still had a few miles to get back.

In effort to get the men back in time to visit their favorite grocery store baristas Mise suggested a short when “WRONG” rang out from 1/8 mile back …. It was Scrooge who had checked the MLS on his garmin and had some listings to show the pax along the scenic route.

After a few open houses we made it to the parking lot, which is more than we can say for the hellcat. Important things were shared, pumpkins were sold, and everyone made it to coffee… except teabag.