Went to cruise night today. It was surprisingly full between the Corvette and Porsche clubs. Mostly your usual grey hair, khaki shorts and New Balance types driving stock C7s, hoods closed. Got there before 5pm and were gone by 6.
The number of them that walked past and asked about what "big block" I was running, and had no idea what those chrome snails were, or that funny looking alternator where the intake manifold should be, was awfully high.
Shit is crazy. I thought my dad passed away 10 years ago and now 3 hours after 9pm tonight when some randomness family member oh his side that I didnt know contacted me and now I'm by his hospital bed.
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy