Boy I didn't think I'd be able to do that. But when I went to pick up Robert's car from having it serviced—and after driving a loaner car for two days—guess I was ready.
One of the helpful guys said, "Is this your car?" And I said, "No, my car is the little Z3." MY CAR!!!! The words just fell out of my mouth. Holy shit!
Dropped the top and headed for home. Even though the day was grey and overcast. It was top down driving weather. Highway driving. Secondary roads. Curvy fun filled roads where I pushed me and the car. Trying to find "the line" thru the turns to straighten out the road and go faster faster faster.
The sun came out. Rob was smiling down at me in my silver roadster. I've been wondering when I would stop referring to it as Robert's car. Yup its the little things. They work both ways.
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