A few weeks ago, I was in Chicago and had an afternoon all to myself. This resulted in a visit to CBO, a few other shops, and of course the bookstore, where I picked up this book. I hadn't read any of Lehane's books, but while this was violent & bit unbelievable, I still enjoyed it. This passage is for the man who's love of Mustangs, I don't understand, but appreciate a little bit better now...
"I pulled the cover off the car and almost gasped. The 1968 Shelby Mustang GT-500 is to American automobiles what Shakespeare is to literature and the Marx Brothers are to comedy- that is to say, everything that came before was, in retrospect, a teaser, and everything that came after could never live up to the standard of perfection achieved in one brief blink of time...'I'm sorry,' I told the engine."
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