[[Yeah, I can't believe they let me drive it, either]]. PSH. *hee* Icon notwithstanding, I think I kind of outdid myself.
It could explain how I got ill. It was raining.
Nevertheless, I was standing outside drooling admiring the 'Stangs (Shelby GT500) and this guy comes up and he says, "Pretty, ain't she?" and I said, "Oh, yes."
And popquizzed him on Knight Rider. Well, he knew nothing. I sat in it and he says, "This is a 700 horsepower car." I said, "Oh, my-" and inserted a drooly-giggle because OHMYGOD. I must have looked slightly giddy because he adds, "Six speed transmission. This is a make-go-fast car."
I said to him, "We need to make-go-fast on the freeway." And he said, "The bosses only let you drive this AFTER they crunch the numbers." (It's an 80k car)
Well.
I just wanted to TALK to his boss, really.
No joking if five minutes later Dwight Deskins and I weren't pulling onto the street. Two minutes after that? He pulled into Arby's so we could switch seats and three minutes after that?
I may or may not have hit 96 as I merged onto I-5.
Make-go-fast, indeed.
*sighs*
If that is indeed where my cold came from? Oh, MAN is it worth it. :D I had a sexual experience in that car.
EDITED TO ADD: I didn't even hand over my license. He never asked if I had one. :D
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AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA. I remember that day. *GIGGLEFIT* Okay, okay. Icon. There. Happy?!