[uncltodd]

Little Mike, just got back from a 90-mile run in Gunrack.

Weatherman said high 60's, liar. Never got past 60. Last good dry day of the year, I could not resist.

Headed 30 miles south to snag Sweetness and found out what "wind-chill-factor" was all about.

Stopped at a C-store about halfway to warm up my hands and get a Diet Dew.

Store owner asked me what year Corvette I was driving. What an icehole.

I swear to God, an 18-20-year-old college girl (same college as my Sweetness) pulled up in a 280Z, came in the store, and asked me if that was a 1965 AC Cobra replica.

I looked dumb-butt store owner in the eyes and said,

"Dude, there is hope for the next generation."

Naturally, I ran her down the highway for a few miles and took her back to her Z-car.

Gunrack needed to clear her fouled plugs, anyway. She loves to rev. My new speedo is out of whack.

Corvette, my a$$. I eat Vettes. I never said that.

I'm tellin' ya, Little Mike, these things are chick magnets.

She damned near cried when I asked her if she had a camera.

We settled for a crappola cell-phone pic (her phone) with her behind the wheel.

She told me that a Cobra was her dream car, and that this was one of the happiest days of her life.

The warm fuzzies kept me from freezing on the rest of my little trip, probably the last of 2004.

GOD I wish I were 20 years younger.

And single.

UT