Thu Jul 21 06:49:01 PDT 2005
On the way to work this morning a bright red Mercedes-Benz CL 60
Kleemann pulled up behind me. I didn't know it was a CL-60 Kleemann
from the front - i just knew this was one hot-looking vehicle. I pulled
into the right lane and let him pull up beside me to get a better look
at this studly hunk of steel. I only had a second before he was in
front of me, taunting me with those eliptical tail pipes.
We were in heavy traffic and engaged in a little cat-and-mouse
maneuvering, knowing if there'd been a state trooper around we'd have
been ticketed for aggressive driving.
It wouldn't be the first time for me.
So I worked hard to keep Big Red in my rear-view - that's how I like it
- but it wasn't easy. Whenever the traffic lights were on our side,
he'd zoom ahead of me. Only my daredevil lane weaving kept me ahead of
him. I wanted him to follow. We'd made eye contact and i had smiled
admiringly at his vehicle. I knew he'd been fixating on my litle
Jetta's twin pipes and it wouldn't be long before he was pulled in to my
I was right. And in heavy rush-hour traffic, I actually won. I lost
sight of him as I turned left onto Powers Road, noticing that he was
going to miss the light. What a drag. I reluctantly pulled into my
space at work, feeling the tiniest pang of post-race depression. The
chances of finding another CL-60 Kleeman in my rearview were slim. And
I knew if we ever met on the highway our encounter would be fleeting.
Sighing, I lugged my briefcase from the front seat and grabbed my
security key. I knew I'd be distracted at work.
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