The Friday night run turned out to be pretty good despite the fact that when we started out we only had two Cobras, however we ended up with an additional Cobra and a Viper.
We started at the Hwy 512 Park and Ride where Matt followed me home to park his H1 as he was leery of leaving it at the P & R. We then met Jim (race-it) and headed out to Gig Harbor for some dinner. (note to self; it's not a good idea to try to find a place to eat on a Friday evening)
For those of you who are contemplating a run with Jim, be advised that not only are you responsible for yourself but you will be burdened with being responsible for Jim as well. The man does not know how or refuses to cancel his turn signals. He will travel for miles with his blinker on; oblivious to the light on the dash. If I didn't know better, I would think he was an 80 year old resident of Ballard. If you are directly in front off him you are constantly turning your signal on and off in hope of attracting his attention.
We arrived in Gig Harbor and cruised the downtown area in hope of finding a place to eat, however being a Friday night thousands of others had the same idea. We finally ended up at the Harvester restaurant in Olympic Village where we had dinner.(good food) Matt graciously paid for our meals. Thank you Matt!
Now you would think that after finally finding a place to eat one would enjoy a good meal, a couple of beers and friendly conversation. Not with Jim in the equation. You see Jim is fixated on erectile dysfunctional meds.
As the waitress, who thank God, was very understanding and had a good sense of humour, was serving our drinks and meals she over heard Jim explaining how Levitra really extended his shocks. Needless to say Matt and I were at a loss for words. I became so flustered that I mistakenly poured some of Jim's beer into my glass after which he accused me of stealing his beer. (I'm sure Jim will come up with his own inaccurate version of this incident)
About this time Ray calls and informs us he will be at K. K. and to meet him there. We leave the restaurant without further incident and meet up with Ray, who we assume had to work late and thus missed the run to Gig Harbor. Come to find out Ray has been playing golf with his boss since noon. I think he had a premonition that Jim would be in rare form.
We left K.K. now with an additional Cobra and Matt driving a fiend's Viper on a very enjoyable run down around Ohop Lake with Jim lighting the way with his turn signals.
All considered, I was a very nice day.
