<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>Some American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Fransisco<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 - Lunch Time (approx 1pm)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Adrian<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint lifted a leg and hooked a heel it into his tire, leaning against his truck. He wondered how his new car would stack up against the super car, it was something worth looking into the future that as for sure. Just thinking of his car hiding in the garage had him yearning to go for a drive. Cowboy was long overdue a weekend on the track, the only way he practiced as he still need to adjust from his former FWD driving to the AWD traction beast of a car.<strong>"You don't have to go sniffing every stall to know the stable smells like shit."</strong>He replied with his Texan drawl, sometimes he could never stop himself from sharing some of that good ol country wisdom his father had infused into him as a boy.<br/><br/>He looked over to his loaded truck and then back to the driver of the car.<strong>"Keeps me busy in between the cattle wrangling and rodeos."</strong>Cowboy exaggerated with a smile as he stepped towards the guy and stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake hands.<strong>"Clint Forge, but people know be better as Cowboy." </strong>He formerly introduced himself before he offered the guy a business card.<strong>"In case you ever want to give that beast a fresh coat." </strong>