The deal was if I brought my guitar to Eric's Memorial Day party last Monday and played a bit, Eric's mom would let me drive her new, bright red . Granted, I probably got the better end of that bargain, but I wasn't about to complain.
We went driving after a traditional Memorial Day dinner; her in the passenger seat and me driving. I learned to drive a manual on my parents' SUVs, and I was pleasantly surprised how quickly I got used to a sports car clutch and accelerator. It took me only a lap around the neighborhood to get accustomed to the controls before heading out on the road where the real fun began.
I thought I owned a reasonably sporty car, but it has nothing on a modern sports car. I have never felt the road or seen such amazing response like I did that afternoon. At one point, Mrs. V. told me to really put my foot into it. No need to ask me twice.
It made me wish my car had a six-speed manual transmission and a V6 with about 180 more horsepower.
Such fun...