Got a ride in yesterday morning ! About 78* and a slight breeze.
Was stopped at a redlight without another car around. I thought I heard a woman yelling. Looked around and I couldn't see anybody anywhere. Then heard it again, pretty loud this time. Figured it was just some crazed woman giving some poor guy hell.
This time I spotted her. She was inside her house yelling at me from an open window. I motioned that I couldn't understand her over my sidepipes,(somedays your lucky).
I'm thinking that this sure is one long light when she comes blowing out the front door heading my way.
She comes up to my passenger door and asks "What kind of car is that ?" I tell her a '66 Cobra. "Huh?" A '66 Cobra.
Gives me a strange look and heads off.
I sure would like a normal ride like Warren.