Thought of the day.

Why does this always happen? We had a small Mustang meet at a dairy bar in Cavendish tonight. I arrived early, and parked in the end spot, farthest away from the business, and away from the adjacent parking spot. A few minutes later, this guy comes in, drives past a number of empty spots closer, and parks like this next to me. He whipped his door open as I walked over, and just happened to stop it about 1/2 inch from the side of my car, likely sparing him injury. When you drive a beater, this never happens. My rant for the day.

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