secondslice

I drove home on the high way today. There's a bizzilion ways for me to drive home so today I choose the high way. The moment I get on the high way, somehow I got into a testosterone thing, and end up racing this guy for like 3 1/2 miles. It was a great car. A cherry red Vette, like 64? After the 3 1/2 miles we encroched on to some gridlock (the center of Hartford is ALWAYS backed up). When we stop I look over to see this man/woman. I couldn't wait to see their face. We had just spent sometime driving together at very high speeds, and I was smiling!! As I looked over I was picturing james bond? Perhaps one of Charlies Angels? My face showed my confusion when I did see this person behind the wheel, Revving the engine as I looked over I saw a man. His glasses were 3 times to big for him. He had just a bit of grey hair left. I guessed he was in his mid to late 80's. As we came out of the gridlock, he droveaway faster than my shitbox could go. He left one big smile on my face as he sped off. A man with a bit of fire left in him.