about an hour ago, i drove to my favourite gas station, equipped with a bucket full of cleaners, sponges, wipes and dry cloth, in order to clean my baby. i just had rinsed the vette's red hull with water and now was drying it with the soft cloth, when an old guy with grey hair, grandpa style, approached me slowly and asked what kind of car this would be.
"this is a corvette," i answered.
the old chap slowly scratched his chin. "hmmm... it looks really good - much better than the ferrari over there." he pointed towards the black ferrari convertible parked some 20 metres away. "is it very expensive?"
i couldn't help smiling. "well," i said, "it's even less then half the price of the ferrari, and it's much faster."
brows knotted in deep thought, he walked away, while i focused again on my baby.
a few minutes later, the old guy came back again, his face turning into a wide grin, and tapped me onto the shoulder. "let me give you some good advice, lad - take good care of that car of yours. it's not only much better, but also much more trustworthy than any girlfriend can be."
it's unbelievable - i didn't ever think that vettes would be good for "strange encounters" of the funny or heart-warming kind...
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