[uncltodd]

OK, I'm stuck driving Gunrack in the Christmas Parade Saturday evening. All five blocks of it.

Hey, it's a big deal in our little town, and a little gal I work with, 5' nuthin, has already been test-fitted to park her young toosh on the back cowl between the roll bars.

Question: should I cave in and let 20+ high school girls decorate poor gunrack for Christmas?

Or tell them to back off and let the sidepipes do the talkin'?

I dread trying to keep Gunrack at a steady speed at idle in a dad-gum parade. She is mercilously overcammed.

Jeez.

Red and green ribbon stuff on the rollbars, big styro candy-canes and crap.

Ho-ho-ho.

I ain't wearin' no Santa hat.

Three miles at 65 MPH to get there at 50 degrees, three miles back home.

"Wind chill factor" becomes a reality in a heartbeat.

I will suffer through all the picture-taking of the little gal on the cowl- she begged me to drive her in the Homecoming parade back in September, but Gunrack was still on the dyno in Texas.

When I was 18, I could not say "no" to a cute little 17-year-old blonde.

Jeez, I'm 53, and I still can't say "no."

Hey, she will be ridin' high in the coolest car in town in the Christmas Parade.

No-one will even notice who is driving.

That's OK.

UT