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A couple of years ago, I took my wife up to Sonoma for the weekend. I signed up for the Advanced Driving Course from Jim Russell Racing at Sear's Point, while my wife was to spend a relaxing day at the Sonoma Mission Inn Spa, pampering herself with a message.
We drove up on Friday, and as we pulled into the Valet parking of the resort, the rumble of the twin pipes interrupted a wedding that was being held on the manicured lawns. Ok, I can deal with this. But, I'm not gonna let a valet park my SPF - nope, not gonna do it. So the valet shows me to the underground parking lot, and specifically leads me to a space by the front, next to a wall, so I only have to deal with one car on the side.
The next morning at 7AM, I head out to my SPF, with my gear in tow, to fire her to head to Sear's Point. The Inn is silent. There's a light overcast that enhances the quietness, and there's no breeze at all. I can almost hear the flip flop of my tennis shoes echo against the resort buildings.
I enter the dark garage and find my Cobra. The lights are on motion detectors, so start to turn on. I get seated, strap myself in, and turn on the ignition. I look around to see if anyone else in the garage. No one is in sight, but I do see a whole slew of Porsches, Beemers, Mercedes, and a couple of Rolls's, caddy's, and your father's buick.
I hit the starter switch, and my 460 roars to life. It coughs and sputters. And then, every single car alarm in the whole damn garage start going off. Knowing that my 460 needs to warm up a bit before it can even idle, I just sit there patiently keeping the throttle at 2000RPM, and listening the symphony of 2 dozen car alarms trying to complete with stereo sounds of my thunderous sidepipes.
A few moments later, I popped her into first, and took off to Sear's Point with a big smile on my face.
Later that day, I caught up with my wife. She admitted that she has a good chuckle that morning, 'cause she knew exactly what happened - she heard it all from our room.
Funny stuff...eh?
Randy R...
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