I was waiting for my friend, S, today. We have been planning to go out to dinner and I hate driving very far these days, so we ended up at the restaurants at Bidaa. While I was waiting for her, I watched a pretty red Corvette drive by with 2 ladies wearing hejab inside. I thought that was pretty cool and forward-thinking. Then, I watched as my friend, S, and her friend got out! AWESOME! S is fighting off a bad heartache and rented the vette while her car was being serviced. That is so cool and I am so jealous.
I feel like a fish out of water without a sports car. I have ALWAYS driven sports cars (except for once back in the 80's when I had a Grand Prix that I had a love affair with). All the sports cars I've had have been manual transmission: I had a Honda CRX, a Formula Firebird, a classic "Smokey and The Bandit" '78 Trans Am with racing slicks, a 300ZX twin turbo, and then a Stealth Twin Turbo. I sold the Stealth about 4 years ago and ever since, I have felt like I'm missing a limb (or a stick shift...). I don't feel good. I don't feel like me.
I want a sports car. I was thinking about the Camaro, but then I saw that pretty little corvette and my heart went pitty patter. It HAS to be manual transmission, however. Too many nancy-boy girlie-men around here driving gorgeous sports cars and then ... the let down.... an automatic gear shift. Pansies!
I think it is time to do it. I feel the need for speed again.