
Last night, I just ran up to one of my favorite roads that I discovered a few months ago. It's waay out in the boonies, no traffic, no cops, no street lights, my favorite setting. I really put the car through its paces out there, taking corners at over twice their posted speeds and still not even making tire noise. I've hung with WRX's on this road before. Every last part on the car did everything right. It was a perfect drive.
Then tonight, on my way to a car meet, I get in a game of chicken with a C230 Kompressor for the prepaid toll lane. He backed off at 95 coz he saw I had more to go

And it's sitting in my driveway right now like nothing ever happened, ready to do the daily grind tomorrow.
I am SOOO never getting rid of Patti
