That would be correct as the owner of a Pebble Jag found out a few years ago. Before Pebble is the "Pebble Tour". I was there in my MK-IV. The tour is single file and a touch slow. As we approached Carmel after coming down the long hill from Leguna my car had a bit of unburnt gasoline sitting in the pipes. We came off the hill and the road turned into a 2 lane. The right lane was empty. I hung back and waited until I had a nice free section in front of me. The Jag behind me pulled right up to my tail. I held out my arm and tried to wave him back but he stayed right on my tail. I played with the throttle with the clutch in. That large hunk of Detroit Iron bogged, stumbled, misfired and backfired; but after a while I felt it begin to clear. I brought up the revs and released the clutch. About 2 gallons of unburnt fuel exploded out of the pipes as J6 lit up the rear tires. I looked in the rearview mirror. All I saw was a solid wall of flames. I doubt I took the paint off of the Jag but I'm sure he need a touch of wax. As they tell you at the DMV don't follow too closely...
Wimp. Come on, let's drive it all the way to New Mexico. Or, WTH, let's drive it down to old Mexico. I'm sure that Jim would understand... Dr "Damn, I gotta hit the road soon" Who
"What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country." "Panic. It crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. There I was. Alone in Pebble Beach, completely twisted on drugs, no cash, no story for the magazine, and on top of everything else, a gigantic god damned hotel bill to deal with." Bring Muise as the muse?
Bat country? Maybe. I need a Duesenberg...Hunter would have liked Duesies. A tribute trip. If Super here, I may see if a trip is in order.
I'm skipping the car wax convention. Let's go for a back road tour across the country when I get back. Just guys, good food, cool spots, and great wine.
I know. It was a bad attempt at humor. I saw the plate and remembered his reference to J67 on the thread about shortest VINs.
Car wax, pretty funny. Come on white boy, don't be shy. Everybody still loves you, even if we don't like your cars! I'm working on a Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C. Plan C is buying a TR, shipping it up to Dave Helms for a once over and driving the bat trail to the Left Coast. You gotta do the Hiway 50 boogie at least once in your life. Dr "Road Dog" Who
