It happens by accident, taking off while I zip at speed across the iconic Golden Gate Bridge. I don’t look back.
I am riding a 1955 Mack – a vintage fire engine, gleaming red, a polished blur that screams “Look at me!”.
Set it to music – I left my hair in San Francisco.
It happens by accident, taking off while I zip at speed across the iconic Golden Gate Bridge. I don’t look back.
I am riding a 1955 Mack – a vintage fire engine, gleaming red, a polished blur that screams “Look at me!”.