I think we were in Southern Ontario years ago when my dad commented on somebody's rims like that. They spun independently, and he thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Mind you, he's a two-timing fuck right now, and I don't care much for his opinion, but it's a funny observation for me now. I'm not hoping that Julian gets the Camaro, I know he will. It seems pretty inevitable to me. If Tom makes it out to be so good, of course it's going to end up with the boys.