A feww years ago I pulled up to a stop light in a wealthy suburb of
San Francisco. I was driving a ratted out but gutsy old tr3, with a paint
job the color and texture of used brick. Next to me stopped the most ex$pen$ive
Mercedes roadster then in production. The middle aged driver looked over and
said ( with conviction) " NICE CAR ".
I looked at his spotless car and his trendy golf shirt. I smiled and replied
"yours is a nice car too." The light turned green as he said "ya, but I always
did like those Cobras."
As I pulled away I said "Yup, me too."
/Dick
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