[Voyager]

Recognition of a different type…cool story.

Couple years ago, was filling up at a local gas station. A Mercedes pulled up to next pump over and out of the corner of my eye, I saw an elderly lady get out. After a while, I heard her say that her husband had one of those cars a long time ago. Skeptical, I mumbled something like, “that’s nice” and kept staring down at my gas tank nozzle. After another long pause, she said that he used to race it. Figuring I was getting fed a line, I just smiled, said, “uh huh”, and kept waiting for my tank to fill so I could get moving.

After more silence, I hung up the pump, and looked over to her for the first time. We made eye contact as she climbed into her car. She flashed a friendly smile, said his name was Bob Bondurant, closed the door and drove away.

Lost opportunity….