Suburban Goddess

The weather was incredible yesterday, and Alex was out with her daddy, so I decided to pull the little yellow car out of the garage, peel off the top, and enjoy a drive through The Woodlands. There is nothing that can compare to a drive in a convertible on a day like yesterday; clear and sunny, the air at a perfect temperature, the wind in your hair as you take a 90 degree turn in third gear….

God, I will miss that little car….

But anyway, I was heading back home on Woodlands Parkway when I had to stop for a red light, when a 1984 DeLorean pulled up next to me.

Nothing geeks me out quite as much as a DeLorean. I have seen Back To The Future over 100 times. I can credit my entire love of sportscars to this very car; the gull wing doors and stainless steel body were the COOLEST thing I’d ever seen at 10 years old. So I’m staring at it with the stupidest grin on my face, while the driver is staring back at my car with a measure of respect. I guess he misunderstood the stupid grin as a challenge, because when the light turned green, he punched the gas and took off.

Oh, HELL NO.

I dropped the clutch, slammed the shifter into first, and put my foot to the floor. The Lotus doesn’t has a great deal of low-end power, so I cursed silently as I waited for the V-Tech to kick in at 5500 rpms and closed the gap between me and the DeLorean. By now, we were rapidly approaching 60 mph, and I could imagine what this would look like to an officer. But I refused to back down until he did, and the speed continued to climb until I looked down and saw we were going almost 80. We cleared the overpass at Grogin’s Mill, catching the slightest bit of air, when I had the most hysterical thought.

He only had 8 more mph before his bumper would start to glow blue and sparks would shoot out from under the car….

And with that, I realized the absurdity of racing ANYTHING on Woodlands Parkway, and immediately slowed it down. He, too let off the gas, and I ducked behind him. We slowed back to a decent speed, until coming up to another red light. There was a kid in the car next to us, pointing at both of the cars, saying something excitedly that looked like “THAT IS SO COOL!” And I was transported back twenty years, a silly little girl again.

It was the most wonderful feeling.

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