Confession time... Last night here in Knoxville, the local Austin Healey club invited the Ferrari owners to their monthly dinner at a nice restaurant. It rained all day, but at the moment when it was time to leave my house to drive to the dinner, it wasn't raining. Well, I wimped out and left the Ferrari in the garage, and went in a 4wd pickup. I was a nice dinner, but not one Healey owner risked their ungalvanized cars either. I'd have felt vindicated, but one of the other tifosi brought their 328. Naturally, it didn't rain another drop that evening. As I left, I got to listen to the 328 zip off into the warm night, while I climbed into the old Chevrolet. The car gods punished me.