May 19, 2007 | Views: 2,075
So several years ago, I arrive at a car event and the tech line to be classed was embedded in the show field. I slowly burble through the crowd with my sunglasses on and the t-tops off, turn up ZZTop "Tres Hombres" (La Grange, to be precise) thumping on the 8-track and, not only am I sixteen again, I'm as cool as it gets.
I slow to a halt due to pedestrian traffic and sit there enjoying the moment when all of a sudden I'm distracted by movement to my right. I turn my head and there's this sweet, little, old, white-haired lady with her head in the car checking it out. She had to have been pushing seventy-five. She looks up with a smile and says: "What a nice car!...can I go for a ride?"
So much for thinking I had a "chick magnet"...
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