So, last night my wife and I were fortunate to have a rare night out. We went to a concert at Ravinia - an outdoor venue north of Chicago - and saw Darius Rucker. Great show. Driving home there was a car eager to engage. You know the type - weaving around other cars, etc. I saw him well before my wife did, but then she noticed him after a light or two. What happened next will carry me for a while:
Wife - "Is he trying to race you??"
Me - "Uh Huh."
Wife (after a second look at him and then back at me) - "Smoke him."
Me - "Really? - okay."
Being a 364 1/2 day a year responsible father of five who keeps his hard driving to the track, autox course and occasional empty onramp or country road, is sure was a gratifying quarter mile or so. Even more satisfying? - Knowing I married the right girl.
Happy Sunday everyone.
Wife - "Is he trying to race you??"
Me - "Uh Huh."
Wife (after a second look at him and then back at me) - "Smoke him."
Me - "Really? - okay."
Being a 364 1/2 day a year responsible father of five who keeps his hard driving to the track, autox course and occasional empty onramp or country road, is sure was a gratifying quarter mile or so. Even more satisfying? - Knowing I married the right girl.
Happy Sunday everyone.
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