Terrorizing the neighborhood
After a week of bad weather, I finally had a decent afternoon on Saturday. I fired up the Spit and drove through the neighborhood to get a feel for the car. It had been 15 years since I had driven a stick, and I was more than a bit nervous driving one again. It turns out that it’s a lot like riding a bicycle: the mind may forget, but the body remembers. I then took it up to the corner gas station (stalling it on a hill at a light) to fill up the tank.
I drove up and down the street a few times, then headed back home to park and do some work on it. I ended up giving my wife a ride up the street, then her sister. After I’d parked the car and was about to start some tuning, Kayleigh said that she wanted to go for a ride in it.
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Kayleigh and Daddy, about to head out into the wild blue yonder.
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Once more.
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And here we go!
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When we started out, Kayleigh wanted the window on her side up, so the exhaust noise was quieter. Once we hit the bottom of the driveway, she asked to have it rolled down.
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Driving by the bottom of the driveway, on the way to her friend’s house. Ever since, she’s asked for rides in the E.L.B.T. (Evil Little Black Thing).
 
