Driving down I-270 and this guy in a pickup truck pulls up next to me. He starts pointing at me and then pointing down. I give him the "What?" look and he keeps doing it. I realize he wants me to roll my window down. I'm thinking, great, what is wrong with my car? Flat tire that I don't know about? Did something happen to the back of my car I'm unaware of?
I roll down the window and he yells, "Great looking car!" "Thanks!" "I'm getting one Saturday." "That's awesome, I love it!" Then I gave him the thumbs up and rolled my window back up.
Made me chuckle.
Before that I was fearing for my baby's life as I went down a super steep hill in Georgetown riding the brakes. Not only that but to call the street cobblestone would be a huge understatement. It was like driving through a streambed. I was just waiting for something to fall off the car. Once I got back on asphalt is was riding as smooth and quiet as ever though.
I roll down the window and he yells, "Great looking car!" "Thanks!" "I'm getting one Saturday." "That's awesome, I love it!" Then I gave him the thumbs up and rolled my window back up.
Made me chuckle.
Before that I was fearing for my baby's life as I went down a super steep hill in Georgetown riding the brakes. Not only that but to call the street cobblestone would be a huge understatement. It was like driving through a streambed. I was just waiting for something to fall off the car. Once I got back on asphalt is was riding as smooth and quiet as ever though.
