Equating Sheryl Crow to music is worse than equating our beloved TBA's to a sporty. In my humble opinion of course.
Mine is a beaut and I call her Mrs. Robinson. Sly little seductress that she is with that bit of raciness. This was all decided one night after working her over in the garage and I may just have had a couple too many coupla' fingers of bourbon in the process. Sticks in my mind, don't really share that with anybody else. Kinda personal and all ya' know.
