
My 500E was still dirty from last weekend's 600 mile roadtrip, so during halftime of a college football game on tv (and before I started getting festive) I went thru the local touch-free drive-thru car wash.
Once done, I headed out the backway to my favorite section of autobahn to further dry off the car.
As I approached my favorite section, there was naturally a choke & puke Plumber's van & some little sh*tbox car running blocker in the left lane. The right lane opened up so I hit my turn signal & hit the gas, quickly dispatching them and opening up a stretch of highway to myself.
I opened it up a bit more as I returned to the passing lane, but was wary because my radar was chirping. Then as I officially entered my favorite section (a sight never ever to be seen again) I quickly came up on a caravan of at least 12 beautiful late model Corvettes of some club heading somewhere to enjoy the fall foliage! Like the trees of the surrounding hillsides, the Vette parade represented almost every color imaginable.
This was the opportunity of a lifetime. I stomped the gas & pounded past everyone of them. The radar started rockin' louder than this song which I had on endless loop!
Radar be damned! I don't care! Onward & out!
It must've killed them not to be able to break rank & teach me a lesson.
I hit the next exit off the bahn & meandered back home.
Now it's Time to Party!

Good times.