Nice and sunny out there, so I was full on top down.
Woman in a Park Avenue pulled up at a light next to me.
“Is that a Mustang?” she asked.
“No mam, it’s a Pontiac.”
“Pontiac?!” then gave me a “not bad” look with a thumbs up, and I went on my merry way.
...deep down I was like, “duh, do you see any blood stains on my hood?”