Magnus
05-23-2011, 10:52 PM
So I pick up my Roadster at Whitby's, in Greensboro, NC, Saturday morning and start the 321-mile-drive home. I drive 45 miles and pull into the Sheetz on Rt. 220 in Ridgeway, VA. It's noon. Get my gas, get my lunch sandwich, go sit in the car and take a couple of bites at the pump.
While I'm munching, a lady walks up.
"Is this a kit or...?"
"Ah, jeez, here we go" I think to myself.
"No, ma'am, it's not a kit," I says, "It's all assembled now."
Hah! Standard answer "A" delivered.
She is curiously unphased.
"My brother used to have one."
"Oh, no, here we go with 'the brother/uncle/cousin who had one.' '' I think.
"Oh, yeah?" I say, politely, just in case.
"Yes--his name is Al, Al Adkins, maybe you know him? I'm his sister."
AAIIIIGGHH!!!!!! WHEN?!?!?! WHEN WILL I LEARN NOT TO BE A SMARTYPANTS!?!?!?
"Why, yes, ma'am, I sure have met Al. Real nice fella. Used to have a blue one with white stripes."
"Must not bang head against steering wheel...splinters in forehead not attractive....AAIIIGGHH!
I refrained from deforming the steering wheel with my forehead.
Suffice that I ended up having a nice conversation with Melise, who turns out to be just as nice as Al. I like those Adkinses.
Me, I learned that maybe I need to dial it back a notch...
Note to self: do not post in the thread called "The coolest thing that happened while driving my roadster."
While I'm munching, a lady walks up.
"Is this a kit or...?"
"Ah, jeez, here we go" I think to myself.
"No, ma'am, it's not a kit," I says, "It's all assembled now."
Hah! Standard answer "A" delivered.
She is curiously unphased.
"My brother used to have one."
"Oh, no, here we go with 'the brother/uncle/cousin who had one.' '' I think.
"Oh, yeah?" I say, politely, just in case.
"Yes--his name is Al, Al Adkins, maybe you know him? I'm his sister."
AAIIIIGGHH!!!!!! WHEN?!?!?! WHEN WILL I LEARN NOT TO BE A SMARTYPANTS!?!?!?
"Why, yes, ma'am, I sure have met Al. Real nice fella. Used to have a blue one with white stripes."
"Must not bang head against steering wheel...splinters in forehead not attractive....AAIIIGGHH!
I refrained from deforming the steering wheel with my forehead.
Suffice that I ended up having a nice conversation with Melise, who turns out to be just as nice as Al. I like those Adkinses.
Me, I learned that maybe I need to dial it back a notch...
Note to self: do not post in the thread called "The coolest thing that happened while driving my roadster."