I'm driving back to Pasadena from Hollywood on one of the most beautiful days we have had in a while(It's been raining in So Cal way too much lately). I had the stereo cranked, my windows and sunroof open and I'm loving life on a beautiful afternoon with nothing on my mind but how good the wind feels on my face when I have to slow down because some stupid Nova was in front of me slowing me down.
The Nova moves right and I notice how cherried out it is, now I'm usually not one for Novas but the girl that was driving it was a completely different story. I'm in the left lane and she's right next to me. When I try to steal a glance, she looks over at me at the same time causing me to give her my obligatory smirk/eyebrow raise (I'm plagued with this smirk, it looks like I'm saying "Hey, what's your sign, baby. That outfit looks great on you but would look better laying in a heap on my living room floor.") Well, she chuckled at my smirk.
Embarassed at my stupid smirk, I floor it to 95 MPH so I can curse myself out and think about what I have done, more importantly about what I could do next. Soon after I had begun berating myself, I saw her out of my rear view hauling ass up next to me again. I look at her again (smirkless) and she gives me a psychic glance that tells me to follow her lead. A woman that knows what she wants...I like that. I proceed to follow her to the next exit when some guy in a Navigator decides to play goalie with me, blocking my every attempt to get over. She exits...smiling and waving and I'm stuck next to some jerkoff on his way to Denny's to meet some porker he probably met off the personals ads in the Times.
The moral of this story? I'm not sure...I feel bad for myself but I know that tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day too. The '02 will live to work another day and I plan on benefiting from all that she can give me.
Drive on, my '02 brothers and sisters.