That's what I kept telling myself.
So, the family and I are just about to head out to get this year's tree when the door bell rings. "Hey Dan, what's up?" Jon, aka Jumbo240Z, is standing on my porch and his "arrest me red", Ford powered Z is in the street in front of the house.
Cool, very cool.
"Ah, it's a salesman, honey. I'll chase him away and be right back.", as I slip out the door.
I get an up close and personal look at his latest mods: the Gurney flap, the filled side markers, and the way cool OSH supplied custom strut braces.
"Ya wanna ride?" "Well, ah, I should..." "Get in! The seat belt is right behind the seat." Note to self: He's got a five point harness, I got a lap belt and bad judgement.
Was I scared? You bet your brass!
Seriouly, thanks Jon, that was a great time. Stop by anytime.