I was there for my annual D.O.T. Physical so as to maintain the commercial driver’s license I carry and suddenly she walked into the examine room. Petite, with black hair that gracefully touched her heavenly shoulders and her eyes were like Natalie Wood. The tiny black dress she wore had these little off the shoulder straps that were intended to hold it up. With a glance at the new shirt I had just purchased from a fellow HAMB member, she said: “Nice shirt. I like fast cars too. Loud ones. Boats too. The faster the better.” Then she told me about her two Corvettes. A late model daily driver and a 63 split window Stingray show car with a four speed. But, she said: “my first car was a fastback Barracuda with a hot 426 hemi amd a four speed when I was sixteen.” “Holy crap”, was my response. “Yeah” she continued. “I kept a hundred dollar bill on top of the dash and cruised Main Street waiting for guys to pull up beside me at stoplights. You guys want to race me, it’s gonna cost you a $100 bill. Unless you are afraid to race against a girl.” Haha. “I made about $700 a week until my stepdad asked me where I got all that money. Then he took the car away from me. We still have it. It’s still in the family.” I thanked her for the great story. And then she gave me the bad news about my blood pressure. It was too high to pass me today and she said I’ll have to come back tomorrow. Dang the luck. Tomorrow, I’ll ask her about her second car. I’ll let you know.