Deliver day…
Dealer call taking on secure land-line Camaro only phone, informing me she’s here. Mines red with a flashing light… What you don’t have one?
Nano seconds later I starting jumping up and down screaming like a young school girl who just got asked out by the star quarterback…
Minutes later I gather my composure and clean my self up, including changing my pants. Walk to the front door then back to my room to change pants for a second time…
I then alert my brother and father on secure Nextel Camaro only phones… What???
They escort me to the dealership making sure I do not assault the wash-boy for touching and or driving my baby in an improper manner…
My bother then helps me sign on the dotted line due to the fact that my body is shaking valiantly form all the excitement. This is where my salesman will not remember me being epileptic when I placed my order…
I then proudly walk out to her with the biggest smile I probably will ever have on my face…
I’ll start her up and just listen to LS symphony play. Probably even get misty eyed…
I will then slowly let the clutch out and stall her embarrassingly because my legs are no longer working; again due to all the excitement… Of course my brother will be laughing at me from the passenger seat the whole time…
We’ll go for a ride and just enjoy the moment…
^ See above with father, rest of family, and friends…
I’ll then go for a cruise by myself to feel her out.
Once home I pull her in the garage and check her out from front to back…
By that time it will be bedtime so I will unzip the zipper on my sleeping bag, hit the remote to turn out the light, throw my arm over her, and fall asleep dreaming about driving her tomorrow…
