So I'm coming home from work, hot and a little pissed because I worked my butt off outside all day. Going up a hill I see this gt I've seen around before, I slam the breaks and follow him to a red light. I said "Can I take your picture?" "Of course!"
We got to talking and I told him I've seen him around and he needed to give me a ride sometime. He said "FOLLOW ME!" and pulled right over and was like park it, hop in. My pants got a little bigger and I was excited as hell. One of my car buddys called right then, didn't believe me at all and he was like... ILL BE RIGHT THERE IN 10. Right after that we went for a ride and lordy that was a beast. All the bikers and people were wavin at me I felt like the big man in town. But it ended in about 15 minutes :[
He was about 60 and him and I talked the entire time. What a freakin guy man, he was letting people sit it and all when we got back. He also has a 911 turbo, and drives them a lot, being retired. I was happy to hear he wasnt a turd who never drives them. What a guy.