Subj: Cow Poop
Date: 4/17/00

Why doesn't stuff like this happen to me?
I stopped at a Mc Donald's and parked my NSX in an area that would only accommodate 4 cars. I was the only one parking in that area and used the far left space so as to protect one side from possible damage. I sat where I could observe my freshly waxed machine while enjoying listening to the typical "what is it?" comments. Nearing the end of my meal (they don't tell you the "Big Mac Attack" comes after you eat it), an old, rusted, stake body cattle truck, parks RIGHT NEXT TO ME!! Not one empty space over or the far right space, but RIGHT NEXT TO ME!
Well, you should have heard the tee hees and snickers as the old farmer gets out of his truck (cow shit and all) and walks around looking at my car. He scratches his head, makes a "I give up, what is it expression?" and walks in to Mickey D's. As he approaches, he can feel my laser eyes melting a hole in him, and looks my way. No one needs to tell this man who owns the car he parked next to. As I looked at him and then look at our vehicles I say, " Now there is the gamut of performance parked out there!" Well, I don't stick around for a reply because.......There's Bessy in the back of his truck with her butt up against the widely spaced stakes (on my side) getting the urge. (Note: Being a farm boy from Maine has its advantages when needing to detect a cows most inner thoughts) The patrons were impressed by the quick acceleration; Mine that is, getting to my NSX before Bessy went Ahhhh. And now you know the rest of the story.........Good day!