I’ve been meaning to write this story for couple weeks, but I never got around to it. Here goes:
On my drive back home from Bloomington I had to pass through the mountains. Roughly 10 miles before entering the Rockies a blue R32 with darkly tinted windows pulls up next to me. For those you who don’t know what an R32 is, it’s basically a 240HP, all wheel drive version my GTI. It has the same body style and is nearly undistinguishable except to an enthusiast’s eye. The driver rolls down the window and as the window is half way down I can hear Tom Petty blasting even at 85mph. I glance over and there is a drop dead gorgeous brunette in her early 20’s driving this stick-shift R32 at 85mph in a 65mph zone. She flashes me thumbs up and mouths nice car. I yell back you too, she smiles, and rolls up her window.
We drive side by side for a while, and then as the mountains approach she falls back behind me and flashes her bright lights twice. I drop two gears from 6th to 4th as the mountains approach and start focusing on the driving. Driving through the Rockies isn’t exactly rally driving but it’s a great drive and can be dangerous at high speeds. I start off driving a little over the limit which is well within most peoples comfort zone.
About a mile or two into it the girl starts tailgating me to signal me to me to speed up. Slowly, I start driving more and more aggressively. A few minutes later I reach the point where I would have been driving normally if I didn’t have anyone following me and this girl is still right on my tail. I hit 30-40 mph over the limit in the straight-aways and 20-30 over on the curves and this girl is sticking to me like glue.
To say the least, I was impressed. Granted she was in an AWD car with 60 horses on me, but come on, I’m a guy who takes his car to tracks and this is a girl with perfumed hair.
We get through the mountains, she pulls up next to me, rolls down her window, smiles, waves, drops two gears, shoots out in front and takes the first exit. I thought about following her, but then rationality kicked in. Instead I rolled up the windows, turned down the music, turned on the AC, and activated the cruise control.
I’m not sure if I subscribe to the whole love at first sight philosophy, but I’m sure for that sliver of time I could have been a suitable poster-boy for it.