I went to the auto parts store today to pick up some front brake pads for the TA. The place was pretty busy, but I just happened to get a spot right in front of the door. I finally got my pads and was talking old cars with the guy behind the counter for a few minutes. Once I walked out, just as I was sliding in behind the wheel, I heard him exclaim "WHOA! GOAT!". All the guys behind the counter ran to the front window and practically had their faces mashed to glass, and one guy had his camera phone up to the window snapping pictures. Then heading up the freeway on my way home (doing the speed limit BTW), a State Trooper came up on me from behind. He stayed behind me for about a mile then pulled up along side, pacing me. I finally looked over at him, and he gave me a huge grin and thumbs up then blasted off ahead of me.
