The South Mississippi Summers are killing me. No rain, triple digit
heat indices, and humid air is hovering over Hattiesburg. I decided to
jump in the 'B and forget about it all.
I don't know how you are, but when I have sweat pouring down my face,
I'm still hot and miserable. I decided to abbreviate my drive and head
for some Air-conditioned comfort. I pulled up to a deserted cross-roads,
stopped to wipe my brow, and aimed the MGB towards civilization.
Funny thing happened. A Ferrari Testarossa (no shit!) pulled up to the
cross-road. He caught me looking and, pulling abreast of me, asked if I
was going to Hattiesburg. I replied in the affirmative, and he asked if
I wanted to 'race'. Again, I replied in the affirmative.
To 'race' is a relative term: I think he was doing about 50% and I was
assholes and elbows to keep up. I did manage to break 3 spokes on the
left rear on a sharp right-hander, though.
It was nice to watch such a beautiful car swallow the corners with
ease. He easily won our 'race', but I did MG owners everywhere proud.
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