SPS #747 arrived last night and I took her for a few drives earlier today. Of course, I had to fend off all the neighbors and give each of them the 20 minute disertation on the car, etc.
So I took my 12 year old son with me on the first "journey". Now keep in my mind that my vanity tags, which are registered in my name, were on the car. But I haven't gotten the car registered officially yet. So I was sort of breaking the law....
We're cruising the main throughfare in town and I'm having a blast blipping the throttle in between shifts (see Steve McQueen in "Bullitt" for the appropriate sound track), when out of left field comes a black and white patrol car ON MY AZZZZ!!! Great, Deano, just great! You've hit the loud pedal one too many times and managed to attract the local constable! You @#&^$@ stupid idiot!
So he tucks behind me real close and I'm just waiting for him to move his right arm toward the key pad and punch in the plate. It doesn't happen. Oooooookay.....maybe he already did, so I'm waiting for him to turn on the disco lights and pull me over? Nope! He just checked me out for about one mile and then peeled off to the left and disappeared. The rest of the drive home was, shall we say, "more civil" and I only got on it one more time before we made our final turn toward our neighborhood.
You guys forgot to tell me how many pairs of pants I'm going to go through driving this car!!! Yeah, and any recommendations for cleaning the leather?
