Miata Mailing List: April 1999, Message #149

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>I was out cruising around apartment hunting yesterday, beautiful clear day,
>72 degrees, driving between the LIE and the Southern State through West
>Islip, minding my own business, not looking for trouble, when the guy next
>to me at the light decides he wants to race.  Maybe it was the top down red
>car, maybe it was the exhaust fumes, but he wanted to go.  I didn't even
>realize he was thinking about it until I had pulled out from the light and
>heard him winding out the engine hard.  OK say I, what the heck, and I step
>on it, wind it out, shift at 6800 and wind it out some more.  He's doing
>his best, but by the end of 3rd I've got him by a good margin.  Yep,
>another kill for the mighty 1.6 litre NA Miata...
>
>The punch line?
>
>He was driving a Ford Windstar :D   Cracked me up!  At about 70 I decided
>that neither one of us needed a ticket and so I backed out of it, looked
>over and motioned him by with an "after you" jesture.  He responded with a
>"I had to try" shrug and a big grin.  Maybe he's got a Miata in the garage
>and just missed it on such a nice day, maybe it was the exhaust fumes...
>It was kinda fun.



Doctor,

Sometimes I have these dark visions.

They always seems to involve seeing smoking minivans, rolling into a slow
dive then crashing into heard of French sheep. Then I tuck my scarf into my
jacket and turn for home.

What do you think doc?







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