As yet another person called out to me through my open window, and I called back "half the car, twice the mileage!" and got the big smile and thumbs up, I told my dad about the best ever reaction I had gotten to my little smarty:
I was driving along a wooded roadway, playing with the paddle shifters and going a bit fast when I figured I'd better slow down for the upcoming traffic. A county sheriff pulled up next to me at the light and motioned for me to roll my window down..."Are you in a hurry?" he asked. "No," I said (thinking oh boy...did he clock me?)
"Would you mind pulling into that parking lot up there so I can look at the car? I've never seen one like that before!"
"No problem," said I, laughing! And, we had a nice visit while he asked about the car--does it really go up to 50 miles per hour? Who makes it? The usual questions...I assured him it was fine on the expressway, and that I'd driven it where it was legal to go 75 mph with no problems.
I waved as he drove off, and opened my car door to get in, when a sedan drove up behind me and the gentleman asked, "Excuse me, are you in a hurry?"...