<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- South American Fusion Eatery in Downtown San Francisco<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 (approx 1pm).<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Clint<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"It does have plenty of flash on its own." he nodded, wondering what came next. He was intrigued by what followed. "I haven't heard of pearlescent paint. Sounds... shiny, though. I think I could go for some metallic paint. You know what, you might see me around sometime." He pocketed the card, satisfied that this cowboy did indeed know what he was talking about. He was rather impressed actually, and was highly considering getting a paint job. "How long would you say that this paint would last, under some high speeds?" Adrian asked, always the consummate racer. He wasn't sure whether his paint was meant for ordinary cars or for racing. He didn't want it to start peeling off and look ugly just as he made a grand finish to win a race, after all.