Since July ’01 I’ve categorized three frequently recurring scenarios with minor deviation...
The red light question...
At a recent red light to a wide highway on ramp a Saab Turbo pulled up along side of me real slow, stopped and the driver removed his Revos and asked me, “Is it real”?... with a big grin on his face. I removed my sunglasses and slowly said, “It is an original Factory Five Racer”... with a big grin on my face. “Oh”!, he said. “It’s just a kit car, huh”? “It’s not real, huh”? “It’s still a nice looking... uhhh... car though”. “Thanks”, I said, “it’s a lot of fun”. With the light turning green I had to accelerate just a “little” faster than normal until that Turbo Saab disappeared in my rear view mirror...
The unconditional approval...
At a local park on the water while engaging very slow (10-20 MPH) bumper to bumper traffic we happened to slowly idle by a lemon drink stand… must have been a half dozen adults and twice as many kids relaxing in the shade. Almost in unison all of the kids are yelling, “That’s my car”!... extending their thumbs high toward the Cobra! All of the adult’s eyes were on the Cobra too nodding in appreciation. What made that scene more remarkable was the fact that there was a beautiful new silver Corvette convertible behind me whose driver and passenger had no smile on their faces and an awesome new black Mercedes roadster was in front of me. Life can be so Sweet...
The acceptance by any generation...
While slowly undulating and growling over cobblestone in the Cobra on upper Thames Street in scenic Newport, Rhode Island with a hot blonde as my passenger... a group of kids started yelling... “Check this ride out, man”! This dude’s got it all, man”! “It is bad”! “Yeh! She is bad, man”! “He is a bad dude, man”! “Hey, they’re all bad, man”! Half-laughing, I had to give them the thumbs up with a big grin on my face and acknowledged thanks. My date looked at me with a smile on her face, lowered her sunglasses and with a raised eyebrow and with a deep, slow, sexy voice said, “Your... baaad”! Ahhh... it’s nice to know you can still be “bad” at 55...