Hubby took me out on a date Saturday night to Sturgis for Steak Tips at Loud American Roadhouse, and to see the parade at the Mustang Rally….except the parade ended at 6:30 pm and we got there at…..6:30 pm. I was bummed but consoled myself with a plate of Tips and Chips and a Captain Morgan Bahama Mama which made it alllllll better!
Snapped a couple pics of some of the cars still hanging around outside the restaurant…..
Me: “Oooooohh FOLLOW IT!!!”
Hub: “For real?”
Me: *drool* “uh huh”
So we did! Totally stalked this poor old guy in a White on Red GT 350….for a few miles….
Me: “He’s not stopping….why isn’t he stopping??? Doesn’t he need gas or something?? Dinner???”
Hub: “Maybe he already did all that Babe”
Me: “Pretty inconsiderate….”
Hub: “Ya want me to pass him?”
We did. I hung out the window with the camera….
This was not inappropriate behavior on my part…. I would have felt bad for the old guy, who looked a little nervous when he noticed a middle-aged woman hanging out the window of a passing car furiously snapping his picture. But I didn’t, because he totally brought it on himself, I wouldn’t have had to STALK him if he’d just stopped for a Snickers bar or a Slurpee…On second thought, he’s probably flattered. Betcha I provided him with a great story about being chased by the paparazzi to tell his Moose Lodge buddies. I’ve probably upped his local celebrity status…..”You are welcome Old-Guy-with-Hot-Car-from-Wyoming”
Then this happened to some poor Schmuck just ahead of us (Duh duh duhhhhhh) and kiboshed the whole high speed Mustang chase thing. Flipped a u-ey….
(Hi Bear Butte!)
(Can’t help myself, I have to take it’s picture every time I see it) Anyhooo….
Back into town we went, for some completely uneventful, totally boring admiring of parked ‘Stangs….so not the same!
*Sighhhhh* Somebody bring me a bib….or hand me a napkin…
“No??….Then buy me some Ice Cream???”
And he did…life is good!