Steppin' out again with her high tail switchin', the Scarlet Sled, my bounteous '66 Bonnie.
The hip hop kids gawk, mall girls double-take, low riders drool, and the geezers feel like they're 21 again just looking at her. Me, I feel like "Like A Rolling Stone" just blew in over the tube radio for the first time.
And to think she'd been sidelined because of a brake light snafu.
I've learned a lesson - don't ever believe or accept it when a mechanic says, "I tried everything and can't find the part." The same guy also said, "You'll spend $5,000 before you fix it."
The bill was $318 - expensive, yes, but not 5Gs.
I think I'll be looking for a parts car now . . .