Man and wife pull up next to me.
His black on black late 60’s Stingray ushers in the night even though it’s only dusk. It’s body, alive and clawing at the road even though it’s not moving. I give a hesitant yet enthusiastic thumbs up..
He rolls down his window and says…
“Hey dats like a little corvette, huh!?”
.. In the most Jeff Foxworthy-esque voice.