I took a ½ off from work to drive my wife to Santa Barbara; she wanted to do some legal research in the County law library.
On the way some how she brings up her old '68 Camaro she had when we first met some decades ago (ah: to be young again!) Anywho, she was saying how it had a 220 MPH speedometer! I said no way; it may have been like 140 - no more.
Now, she rarely if ever thinks she’s wrong – after all I’m the hubby, right? meaning I’m the one most often wrong – eh! So I say “what'd I get if I’m right?”, and she says “in no way are you right”; I say “come on – what do I get?”, and she sheepishly said with a reserved smile "$*X!", and she was going to call a mechanic to prove me wrong…
Like I said, I’m going to get mine.
BTW: anyone know of a link to an old muscle cars web site, especially dashboard shots? A gentleman shouldn’t have to wait long...