This story comes from James. One of those stories we can all identify with.
So last night I was leaving my house to drive to pick up my sister and her friend from a brew fest. I wasn’t really excited because I’d have two intoxicated, annoying girls in my car for a long drive.
I was driving down a main road in town and out of the corner of my eye I see some exotic lights on a car. Sure enough it was a white Porsche, but I wasn’t sure if it was my dream Porsche or just a white convertible Carrera. So I pulled off to the side of the road and waited for him to pass me, sure enough it was my dream Porsche, a GT3.
I pulled up next to it while driving rolled the window down and stuck my head out so I could listen to the engine sing. I motioned with my hand to go faster but he didn’t understand, so he rolled his window down at the stop light. I told him that was my dream car and he said it was his too. Then I asked if he’d put his foot in it, sure enough he did =).
After he drove off I forgot why I was even driving at that late hour until my sister called to see where I was. It didn’t matter if my sister and her friend were annoying because I was on cloud 9.