The Dawn Patrol
This morning, I got up early and went to the shop. Early as in, day break. I usually use Sundays to inspect, clean and spiff up Miss Behavin' because I like to take her for a few short spins Saturday afternoons. This morning was different. As I was rolling her out, I heard the sounds of silence coming from the main road. So, I checked her fuel and climbed in. We were on a mission.
I drove down to the end of the block and checked both ways for traffic. Nothing. The, I went for it. Punched it and got on the road. I went further than I had ever gone before. Caught a couple lights and surprised the early risers. I took the long way back to the shop, even scooting along the feeder road of the freeway. Ahh... the smell of the early morning dew and the sound of Miss Behavin' were a melody for the sences. Then, as I approached a road leading back to my shop, I saw a police car roll out behind me.
He got next to me, looked over and nodded. I guess he didn't notice I was lacking a license plate.:rock: Not wanting to press my luck, I raced back to the shop.
I figure I put about 6 or 7 miles on her this morning. She behaved like a lady and I gave her an extra good going over. Reminded me of the WWII flyers on a dawn patrol.
No boggies, just a near sighted sheriff.
Ten more days till I get tags. Ten looooong days.