So, today being a fine day in the hinterland of Minnesota, and as usual, I come home and park the Z on my driveway so everyone can see it as they drive by. Mind you, I live in a nice 'hood on a street that sees a fair amount of traffic, a lot of which are cruisers in cars ranging from rice to nice. Anything goes around here. I see 16 to 60, mild to wild. It's a nice street to cruise on, even though it's residential.
I get a lot of lookers who slow down, either in their cars or on foot, just to gawk, take a second look, or make comments on it. However, today as I sat outside enjoying the afternoon sun and watching my small children play in the backyard, a couple was walking their dog on the sidewalk which instantly got the attention of my kids. So I crane my neck to make sure all is well, when the woman asks me if she could talk to me about...the Z.
Could you resist? She was all smiles and mentioned that she was in the market. I jumped up and happily introduced myself.
I can't stop smiling when I catch someone taking a sneek peek (usually ricers who drool over it, but won't admit it's better than their Honduh) or a couple pointing at it and going "ooh, aah." This is my second Z, my first being a Z32, which also got a lot of attention. My wife thinks I have a mental disease, but it's all about having an extension of one's personality (I think).
But nobody listens to me during the day where I spend it in a psych ward as a patient...