Today is one of those typical southern days: the temperature was about
88 degrees, and the sky was full of thick white puffy clouds. I had
just finished eating a late lunch at Waffle House and was stopped at a
red light and was waiting for it to change.
A long time ago, I got into the habit of blipping my throttle at red
lights. I'm not being a pest, it's just a habit.
I had just blipped the pedal when a green Mi*t* pulled up next to me.
The driver had long blonde hair clipped to the back of her head. She
had heard my engine rev and took that as a sign that I wanted to race.
To signal her eagerness, she too revved her engine.
We all know the reality that a stock Mi*t* is faster than a stock MGB.
I, however, was determined not to let this beautiful woman beat me.
I held my engine about 3500 rpm so it wouldn't bog when I let the clutch
out. The light turned green, and I sprung forward. As I completed my
left turn, I glanced in the mirror to see how far ahead I was.
She had gone straight instead of turning left.
I guess I won. I had the better looking car, anyway.
Thomas James Pokrefke, III
1970 MGB
pokrefke@ocean.st.usm.edu
http://ocean.st.usm.edu/~pokrefke
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