My face lit up like a kid at Christmas and as soon as I turned the corner the peddle went to the floor.
I know exactly what you mean, Dixie:
When I was a kid in Brooklyn, the older guys who hung out on the street corner had muscle cars: Allie had a '59 Bonnie w/TriPower; Paulie had a '59 Olds 98 with a 4:11 rear. I wasn't old enough to have a driver's license (18 in NYC). Then one day we had a visit from an uncle from upstate NY who got a new Chrysler New Yorker every two years. He let me drive his brand-new '59 New Yorker, w/413 V8, past the corner--and I floored it just when Allie and Paulie were looking over at the car.
Andy Warhol once famously said everyone would be famous for 15 minutes. I guess that was my 15 minutes.
