my 15 minutes of fame

not related to the mustang stories, but one worth a telling. In high school (1983 or '84) I went with a carload of friends to see the Ramones at the Agora Ballroom in Connecticut. During the show I jumped up on stage, ran over to Dee Dee and gave him a sideways hug. I then ran over to Joey and got to DANCE WITH JOEY RAMONE! I don't remember what song they were playing; those days they played everything so fast you could barely sing along or even tell which they were playing. But we loved them anyway. Naturally, none of the people I went to the show with saw me up on stage.

you there! Helllllooooo!!!

I left work, and once I got on the highway there was a short with the horn connection. Every time I turned the steering wheel -even a little bit-the horn would blare. Not really having any options until I got off the highway in 4 exits I began waving at everyone who looked at me when the horn beeped. Some folks waved back, especially if I smiled and waved like I knew them. I got off my exit and figured my best bet was to head to the Redneck Bar to get help with figuring out how to fix the wayward beeping. It was a mile and a half to the bar, but naturally I got stuck behind a big truck going 15mph. As the Mustang beeped every time I moved the wheel I figured the other drivers thought I was some unreasonably irritable twit from the North who couldn't bear to drive at such a pace. (round these parts if someone drives 5-15mph it's accepted that it's what they're use to having learned how to drive on a John Deere.) By the time I got to the bar everyone was lined up in the parking lot, some doubled over with laughter. Those that weren't incapacitated with mirth cheered as I pulled in.