It's a little neighborhood dive bar, smoky and this particular early evening about half filled with rednecks, bikers, regulars deep in their cups, and so on. My wife and I have just popped in for our first visit in a couple months and I'm checking out the barmaid, a cute young thing with tight shorts and a perky smile. The owner of the bar stops by our stools and chats it up with my wife for a bit and then all of a sudden the barmaid turns the jukebox all the way down and shouts out to the bar.
"Who's driving the NSX in the parking lot?"
My blood turned to ice. All I could imagine was that she would next announce that it'd been smashed by an F250 with dualies and a Rebel flag.
So I raise my voice and claim it as mine. She immediately comes over and starts gushing about how much she loves the car and how she's got NSX posters in her bedroom and how it's her "dream car" and what year is mine and is it stock and how long have I had it and on and on and boy she sure would like a ride in my car. My wife hears this and pipes right up and says sure, he'll give you a ride (gotta love my wife!). As it turns out, the barmaid is coming off her shift in a few minutes so before I get started on my 2nd beer, we're out the door.
You know the NSX fever that many of us have? The "True Believer" thing? This girl has it ... bad ... and this is the first time she's ever sat in one, much less ride. As we take off down the road and she's running her hands over the dash and seats and door panel and sort of just caressing my car, she tells me about her MR2 and how she really likes it but eventually of course she really wants an NSX. I totally understand where she's coming from having graduated from an MR2 myself.
Anyway, to make a long story a bit longer, after we'd cruised a couple miles I pulled into a parking lot and stopped, pulled the brake, popped my seatbelt and jumped out the door and said "trade me places - you drive". I thought she was gonna die. I totally hadn't planned on letting her drive but her enthusiam just got to me. Poor girl, when she let the clutch out the first time she stalled the car - I had to laugh, but after that she did fine and got a couple miles on NSX time on her resume. When we got back to the bar she got out of the car all bouncing like a ball, give me a big old hug and gave my wife a hug too. I think I made her day.
So, that's my story. I've met plenty of people of who like my car but as I said earlier, this girl is one of the True Believers. She'll have one of her own someday. I'm sure of it. I snapped a pic of her at the end - meet a future Prime member, her name is Kelly.
"Who's driving the NSX in the parking lot?"
My blood turned to ice. All I could imagine was that she would next announce that it'd been smashed by an F250 with dualies and a Rebel flag.
So I raise my voice and claim it as mine. She immediately comes over and starts gushing about how much she loves the car and how she's got NSX posters in her bedroom and how it's her "dream car" and what year is mine and is it stock and how long have I had it and on and on and boy she sure would like a ride in my car. My wife hears this and pipes right up and says sure, he'll give you a ride (gotta love my wife!). As it turns out, the barmaid is coming off her shift in a few minutes so before I get started on my 2nd beer, we're out the door.
You know the NSX fever that many of us have? The "True Believer" thing? This girl has it ... bad ... and this is the first time she's ever sat in one, much less ride. As we take off down the road and she's running her hands over the dash and seats and door panel and sort of just caressing my car, she tells me about her MR2 and how she really likes it but eventually of course she really wants an NSX. I totally understand where she's coming from having graduated from an MR2 myself.
Anyway, to make a long story a bit longer, after we'd cruised a couple miles I pulled into a parking lot and stopped, pulled the brake, popped my seatbelt and jumped out the door and said "trade me places - you drive". I thought she was gonna die. I totally hadn't planned on letting her drive but her enthusiam just got to me. Poor girl, when she let the clutch out the first time she stalled the car - I had to laugh, but after that she did fine and got a couple miles on NSX time on her resume. When we got back to the bar she got out of the car all bouncing like a ball, give me a big old hug and gave my wife a hug too. I think I made her day.
So, that's my story. I've met plenty of people of who like my car but as I said earlier, this girl is one of the True Believers. She'll have one of her own someday. I'm sure of it. I snapped a pic of her at the end - meet a future Prime member, her name is Kelly.
