You guys will like this story.
There's a girl at work that started around June. She's real fun to hang out since she's had a very interesting life (lived in 46 states, worked for the US ambassador to Russia or something) and she's a real firecracker to talk to. One of those friends you exchange insults with for fun. It's like talking to your best bro or something except she's a hot Russian (born here, but parents not, fluent in Russian) who dresses to kill all the time and likes to drink. Also she rides a Harley.
Anyway, eventually she found out about the 911 and I mentioned that no one from work had taken me up on the offer of a ride (I live far away from work and nobody likes to drive apparently). She expressed interest but I didn't think she'd actually show up until one day she says how about tomorrow?
So I took her on a tour of the canyon roads around Malibu and I have to say I've never seen anyone in that passenger seat talk so much. I thought speeding up would quiet her down but she kept talking and just enjoyed herself more. Of course being a guy and needing to pay attention to the road I stopped listening- not that I could hear much between the wind noise and engine noise inside the cabin.
She liked all the super twisty roads that I would have gotten sick on if I were riding. She even likes the smell of gasoline and oil (explains why she has a harley).
So yea she's the only girl I know that would enjoy that car, roll cage and all. I think she's a bit crazy but I have met crazier girls that weren't redheads.
The next week I had to go rescue her after her radiator hose broke up in Castaic. It was a weekend with no traffic
so I drove the 45 miles (took the back way on the 126) or so to pick her up (My commute is about 55 miles each way so no big deal). I took the Subaru which she had called an old man car the week before (she also laughed when I said I would drive a Miata). She said she had on a whim decided to go hiking in San Luis Obispo (she lives in LA and hadn't been there before) but when I showed up she's in a miniskirt and heels.
I'm pretty sure I've seen this movie before. She got the car towed to a service station and worked her Russian girl charm on an Armenian mechanic to get it fixed over Labor Day Weekend.
In my head the whole time I'm just smiling and marveling at how different this situation is from what my life is normally like.
And no, there was no more to it than that. Though I wouldn't stop her if she started it.
She's going to come back and drive the car when she gets more manual gearbox experience.