Walked into a NAPA store during my lunch hour. Had to take my Mustang owning Buddy to get parts.
Guy behind the counter "Sweet ride" Then "What is that"? Me "Porsche 914 and Thanks"
On the way back to work there is a large clover leaf interchange. Seems the Redneck in the Ford truck had to beat me to the exit in the outside lane and cut me off. :finger2: Never missed a beat in my conversation shot to the inside lane and went around him and 5 other cars.
Passenger had that look
ya know the one. I told him it was a good thing for him I changed out of my new race tire yesterday.
Sorry wandered off topic.