Some old guy in a last-generation Camry started yelling at me as we waited for the lights. “Hey, Hey.... Hey!” then prompted to call it “beautiful” after trying to figure out what kind of car it was (I get this a lot). Well, thank you sir.
Even though it desperately needs a wash after an IDOT rescue truck stormed up the inside shoulder as I was stopped on Interstate traffic, spewing all likelihood of wet offline gunk on my car.
And in two weeks I’m heading out with some motorcycles, so that should be fun; they’re slow easy-riders, but they’ll catch up eventually.