[RKDinOKC]

Mornin, Mornin, Mornin.

Remember seeing a friends Wife's new 911 cab sitting in their garage. Very pretty, dark red metallic with a tan interior and every option available at the time. They had had it for two years and it had a whole 300 miles on the clock. He said it was too quiet for him. It had the sport exhaust and he didn't know the sport button made it louder. Started it up and sure enough sport was louder. He started driving it more after, even took it on some of the local PCA drives.

When I was working nights I was napping on the couch. Dreamt I was running from the police and was in bright yellow VW beetle. Don't know why they were after me and it wasn't my beetle, it belonged to a girl I knew. She didn't have a beetle in the real world. The chase scene was taking place in some beach community with blocks of cute little beach houses with white picket fences. The streets didn't have curbs but instead had bar ditches between the street and the fences. Turned a corner and before the police got to the corner to see me I jumped out of the sun roof of the beetle so the police would chase the car and not me. When I landed in the bar ditch I hurt my ankle. That immediately woke me up and my ankle hurt still hurt. Had somehow sprained my ankle. Ankle was fine before my nap. At least I got away from "The Man!"