So the inlaws call yesterday, they ask the wife and I to go with them to the west side of town and get some fresh ground coffee at an antique store. Oooo, exciting!

"Oh, sorry honey, I cant go. I gotta work on the 914, adjust the clutch, change the blinker fluid, etc, etc." Perfect, right?

I get a call 20 minutes after they leave, because there's a black frickin' ENZO!!! (in Colorado Springs?!?!?) parked at an office building as they pass by. My FIL, being the good ol' car guy he is, pulls over to take a look, along with a number of other citizens. Seems the owner was inside the building on business, and had left his father outside to keep the droolers at spitting distance from the car. My wife was kind enough to take a pic with her phone(yeah, it's almost like being there! ), but I dont have any way to upload it to the 'puter.

Oh well, I least I got 1st gear back!