I have my arms around Jim Farber and he's dragging me down Jefferson Ave. near downtown. He decides to get an Uber. It's a four seat Mustang and there's no room for me so I'm on my own.
I'm trying to buy a 6-pack of a Spanish IPA. The store only has a couple cans of it and I complain.
I'm riding a real fast bike down Woodward. Then I try to find a street that goes to Grosse Pointe. I see a cool old mansion. I continue riding fast and then realize I'm not wearing a helmet.

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