| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - We were in buckets seats in our Pinto (though not the exploding kind), my brother and I routinely unbuckled ourselves silently to have a little thrill while our mom drove us all home from visiting friends in San Francisco, we played like monkeys on empty-bus trips (our dad was a Greyhound driver) and dad never made us stop riding in the luggage racks above the seats, even while doing 65...we also
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