Sorry for the long post but, I need psychological help!
I drove down to NC to see my family for the holidays, it was a 4 day stent without the internet. I did fairly well for the most part, until the drive home. I had 450 lonely miles, as my wife and kids were asleep for most of the ride. I know this sounds wierd, but I started "seeing" fellow board members. Somewhere around mile marker 80 in NC, I saw a 93 green bonnie and I thought "Willwren,". Later at a truck stop I saw a black 00', and first thing that popped into my mind was "rogue". My wife is looking at me like I am freak now, because I just started rambling about the site and their cars and such. As soon as I pull onto the on ramp a Silver beauty fly by doing 90ish. I catch up to the guy "old man, white hair", and follow him down the road for about 150 miles. What pops into my mind, "Hmm, Didnt realize 2000SilverBullet was 85 years old". We hit traffic pretty bad, so we pulled over for the kids to eat and do the family thing. There is a red bonneville with clear corners parked at the BK across the parking lot, so I mosey over expecting to find PontiacDad, It was a cute little lady instead, her ex bought the car for her 3 months ago.
I realize there is no way any of these guys were near 85/95 this weekend, since 2 of them live in Canada and the other 2 live up north. I dont post much, but I think I'm a BC junkie, and I like it!
Sorry I didnt daydream about all the other cars on here, I guess I will have to take more road trips