We seem to be cruising into a theme of sorts today, involving mostly Buicks along with a secondary one having to do with women. How about we combine them in a somewhat unexpected way? Of course, I didn’t know that when I gave chase to this old grizzled vet of a ’56 Special, as we crossed the Willamette River over into Springfield.
I just assumed it would be a guy behind the Buick’s giant wheel, and one looking maybe a bit like his car, which has more of an air of authentic blue-collar grit about it than a hipster’s car likely would. And which of course was only underscored by the fact that it was heading into Springfield at quitting time. It too suffers from being stereotyped.
But as we finally caught up with the Special at the light, it was time for stereotype-busting, once again. A smiling young woman was behind the wheel, perhaps getting a chuckle out of my expression of surprise and admiration? Cool! Wanna’ race?
I might have gotten the hole shot, but the Special’s roaring nailhead V8 soon came blasting by…passed on the right again, by a woman no less. What’s next; a woman writing at CC?