A Classic, Man For Oscar Fuentes aka The Biscayne Poet

s; aka The Biscayne Poet don't make them like this anymore, let me tell you man... t listen to all that "malaise era" malarkey-- it! At least with this one... e get a lemon and get soursee ke lemonade! Haha! a tell me why--if it is a lemon--why it's still cruising urs young.eeewith damn near 30 billion miles on the metert? =~ might even have more miles than that! they love to roll 7, okay! So maybe it's not winning races between lights on Biscayne Blvd these days...but if it could talk? It would say it won the Indy 500 and the Grand Prix--and you'd lieve it until it was long gone and the leaded fumes ipated and you were left with yourself-- t 's the power of presence..eereality never stood a chance against pure charisma...okay, sure, folks love to ham up their legend (this stuff was easier to run with before the phones and recording crap!)... But I'm telling you--speed was never meant to be this hunk's M.O. anyways: this bad boy here is a late night cruiser, baby! Of course, these days, it's more of a Saturday morning affair with this one. But back in the day? This thing was picking up babes from all sorts of hideouts across town! This thing had a reputation, see--its vibrations would go out like an earth- quake through the neighborhood , and then all the girls would come running out--hair in curlers, bata de casa, and even less than that if they had to, if the stars were aligned.. This thing was IT, man, let me tell you...what? Yeah...of Equrse they've been cleaned! But you'd be right to suspect