Get your motor runnin'.... from the back alleys of Jalatlaco.

Don't start the revolution without me.... if I could only remember where I put my leathers....

Actually while I was shooting this, an armored van pulled up right next to me and a bunch of guys jumped out with very large guns. I thought my cover as an international secret agent had been blown, but they were just delivering money to a nondescript warehouse. I beat a hasty retreat. I am sure they never realized how lucky they were.
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