Last night I took my dad to the Tigers game. My girlfriend, and co-season-ticket-holder, had to work and couldn’t attend. It was a good opportunity for some father-daughter bonding. We’ve been able to hang out only a few times this year when it was just the two of us.
So all afternoon I was looking forward to catching the game with him. Then it started raining. Hard. Highway traffic on the way home from work was slowed due to the heavy downpour. I called dad and we decided to wait an hour or so and see what it was like then. The rain stopped and we made the call to get down to the stadium. As he was on his way to my place to pick me up, I started to wonder what car he would be coming in.
You see, my dad works for GM and he gets to drive fleet cars. He gets a new one every 6-8 weeks or so. He usually has trucks, or sedans, and the occasional SUV. But not this summer. This year he hit the lottery and has been tooling around in a brand new Corvette convertible since late June. That’s right: all summer in a brand new burnt-orange sports car.
I knew he was due to return it soon, but I was *SO* hoping that it would show up in my driveway in a few minutes. And it did. 🙂 But, friends, that’s not the best part.
The best part was when my dad got out and asked if I wanted to drive it down to the city. Me. Driving. A. Corvette. The answer, of course, was YES! Let me tell you, that beast has the sexiest sound when you start it up, and when you accelerate. A true, deep-tiger-purring Vroom!
Of course I was a little paranoid about getting a ticket, or getting into an accident, so I was extra-careful on the way down. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying every minute of it. On both the drive down, and the drive home. yee-ha!
Oh yeah, and the Tigers beat the Angels too. A pretty good night in my books if you ask me!