Fun On Ray Road

Waiting at the red light, westbound at the 48th St intersection in Nana's IS350. 

Gorgeous yellow Vette convertible rumbles up to my right, stereo blasting, burly bushy blonde bad boy glances over.  I smile, raise my eyebrows, implying the question.  Reach my thumb down to the dash and flip the toggle that powers the ECT/POWER dash light.  (I don't know, ectoplasm maybe?)

The light changes, the game is on, the jig is up.  Neither of us breaks traction, neither gets ahead of the other before we back off about six seconds later, him first, of course.  We get all those ponies reined in tight by the next light and sit there grinning at each other.  "Holy damn!  I didn't know those things were that fast!!" he shakes his head, ruing this day. 

I give him the V sign, turn left and trundle on down Ranch Circle, thinking about sunny days, fair breezes, and again about maybe the Cardinals training camp; not a thought at all about the Frys discount.