Ok...I took the GN out this weekend both Sat and Sun. Weather was spiffy and the gravel road I live on is currently hard-packed clay so minimal dust and no rocks plinking the car everywhere.
I could have driven lonely back roads and had fun just being alone with the car and the turbo whistle...but did I? Noooooo..........I went into Ann Arbor, downtown campus where it is crowded and potentially dangerous from a fender bender point of view.
Why do I do this I ask myself??? Here are the comments made from the masses as I drove around:
"damn..that is a pretty regal" - some guy in a truck next to me.
"now THAT'S what I'm talking about!!!" - some guy on the sidewalk who pointed and I swear to god jumped up and down.
"nice GN" - about 20 different people
"you wish you were fast" - some punk ass kid. I did the mature thing and stuck my tongue out.
But I think the coolest part was coming home through Dexter where a mother/father and what I am guessing to be 4 year old boy were crossing the street. I was thinking "poor kid is going to grow up and inherit a Honda" when the boy turns towards the front of the car and says "...a gwan...nat a nal.."
The father nodded and said something as they crossed the street but I could not hear him. I waited for the light to turn and pulled forward just enough to get the turbo singing but not enough to get attention from the cop shop I was driving past.
I heard the boy again as he said grand national.
It was priceless! How did he know what the car is? I am guessing someone in his family has one.
Anyway the point of this ramble is I think I drive my car around because of the ego boost I get. Oddly, I feel cooler puttering through crowded streets than zooming along the freeway.
That's my story...what is yours?
Will
I could have driven lonely back roads and had fun just being alone with the car and the turbo whistle...but did I? Noooooo..........I went into Ann Arbor, downtown campus where it is crowded and potentially dangerous from a fender bender point of view.
Why do I do this I ask myself??? Here are the comments made from the masses as I drove around:
"damn..that is a pretty regal" - some guy in a truck next to me.
"now THAT'S what I'm talking about!!!" - some guy on the sidewalk who pointed and I swear to god jumped up and down.
"nice GN" - about 20 different people
"you wish you were fast" - some punk ass kid. I did the mature thing and stuck my tongue out.
But I think the coolest part was coming home through Dexter where a mother/father and what I am guessing to be 4 year old boy were crossing the street. I was thinking "poor kid is going to grow up and inherit a Honda" when the boy turns towards the front of the car and says "...a gwan...nat a nal.."
The father nodded and said something as they crossed the street but I could not hear him. I waited for the light to turn and pulled forward just enough to get the turbo singing but not enough to get attention from the cop shop I was driving past.
I heard the boy again as he said grand national.
It was priceless! How did he know what the car is? I am guessing someone in his family has one.
Anyway the point of this ramble is I think I drive my car around because of the ego boost I get. Oddly, I feel cooler puttering through crowded streets than zooming along the freeway.
That's my story...what is yours?
Will