Gots to take your chick with you to stay oughtta troubles...
Cheerleader and I just got back from a very brisk drive up to a biker/sports car hangout in the middle of nowhere up in the foothills (Humphrey's Station...good food). Nothing more elegant than a Burberry scarf blowing in the wind.
A goldish-orange-pearl Diablo VT (you never forget the color once you see it) was sitting there so I pulled up next to it. The owner had to find out everything there is to know about the car (read about these crazy Mormon kids going to Poland in the WSJ a few years back). Here he is with at least a quarter million in exotic machinery, and he wants to know about the freeking turkey pan and the puke tank lifted from a lawn mower.
Red...congrats. It only gets better!
