The sunset turned the white jeep gold. A chariot of the gods, it seemed. But just like the guy in the kilt playing bagpipes in a long ago pub destroyed the illusion of grandeur when he opened his mouth and actually said,"Gnarly!", the jeep was just a greasy pile of pistons and sheet metal when it nearly edged me off the road.
But the sunset was still glorious.
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