<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395721834855476800</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:59.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Fast Lane</title><subtitle type='html'>Cars, wheels, and everything in between. This site likewise provides all automotive buffs with all sorts of stuffs in reference to your car’s speed and acceleration.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timmyonthefastlane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395721834855476800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timmyonthefastlane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>timmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465124736681113042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395721834855476800.post-2603845558753300264</id><published>2008-02-28T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:20:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy on the Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Diamonds are girl’s best friend? I doubt so. I’m Timmy Gray and my passion for vehicles started when I was 3. I can vividly remember when daddy gave me my very first Ferrari collectibles, mom was angry back then as she argued that a girl like me should never be introduced to toy cars. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The more my mom revile daddy’s act, the more I grew fond of these shiny and sleek machine shimmering in front of my eyes. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a year, my collectibles multiplied to a hundred and I grew excited every time my daddy went out of the country for a business meeting because surely when he arrives, he’ll bring with him a new toy car as a present. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I reached high school and I finally have to attend my prom, guess what? My parents gave me my first &lt;a href="http://www.cars.com/go/crp/research.jsp?makeid=51&amp;amp;mode=&amp;amp;revid=46461&amp;amp;year=2001&amp;amp;acode=&amp;amp;modelid=4196&amp;amp;revlogtype=21&amp;amp;section=reviews&amp;amp;crpPage=summary.jsp&amp;amp;myid=&amp;amp;section=reviews&amp;amp;mode=&amp;amp;aff=national"&gt;Ferrari 30 Modena&lt;/a&gt;! Actually because of the car, I rapidly and excitedly sneak off the promenade with my prom date just for me to test drive my new babe. It was a romantic evening that I hope would never end. And what happened to my date? Well, we became officially on and he turn out to be my very first boyfriend though we just lasted for a year or so. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since daddy is one of the most famous guys in town, I could easily get what I want. People would say that I was born with silver spoon in my mouth. I guess they’re right but still, it was too hard for me too prove my worth since I’m being overshadowed by parent’s glory. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone would consider me as a weak girl merely interested on makeup and glamour but as soon as I tried to do rigorous physical activity, their impression changed. I bet you’ll be amazed to know that I consider myself as an expert in terms of mechanical works. Fixing busted engines, crawling under hood, setting up bumpers...you name it, Timmy can surely do it! 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