Here's something to amuse y'all.
After a nice hike this morning (beautiful weather, hills greener than before) I was heading back home to watch the F1 replay Sitting at one stoplight in Newport Beach I saw some vintage Ferrari but couldn't hear what engine it had. Not a pontoon-body Testa Rossa but pre-1960 sports racer. I liked it better than the two Bugatti Type 35s I saw yesterday in Laguna Beach.
Anyway, at the next stoplight I am first in line in the left lane on PCH. There is another lane to my left that is left turn only. Sitting there is a black Mercedes GLK (not the big Gelandewagen) with windows up. I have my window down, playing Wagner on the CD player (not very loud). After waiting a bit at the light I hear someone shout "Hello!". I turned and the windows were down in the Merc, and there were two blondes in it. about my age.
I said "hello", smiled, and after taking a better look asked "do I know you?" (It would not be the first time someone recognizes me and I don't remember them). She just said something to the effect of "How is it going?" and then her car started to move a the light turned green so I pulled away too and the girl in the passenger seat yelled "call me" as they turned.
Unfortunately I did not get her number as this all happened in about 20 seconds. The only explanation I can come up with is that the driver dared the passenger to do that and they had a good laugh about it. Which I am ok with because it brightened my morning.
It sure was a strange, unfamiliar situation for me, though.
