Where ever you go, that's a car show

My ten year-old and I took a ride this evening after dinner. Our first stop was for fuel. While filling the car I got a few "nice car" and "what year?" comments. Colin likes the attention, so he'll yell back "thanks" and "it's a '72 240".

We drove the perfect country roads for a bit; me enjoying the beautiful sound of a straight-6 and he enjoying Pokemon on his Gameboy. I just love driving at partial throttle and then lightly giving the car throttle; returning to part throttle and then lifting my foot off the accelerator. The sounds are just so entertaining.

Our next stop was the local Dairy Queen. While enjoying our ice cream (parked conspicuously right in front) I see kids young and old pointing at the car. I particularly like it when someone will come up and tell me their Z story from 30 or 40 years ago. Tonight I even got asked "what year is your RX-7" Before Colin could set 'em straight I told him "it's a 72" - they don't know the difference anyway. He turned to his son and said, "see, I told you". Anything I can do to help.

If you want to remain anonymous in NJ, don't drive a 240Z. It's a rare sight and people want to let you know they like the car.

I've owned nice motorcycles and a homebuilt aircraft (an RV-6) but none of those attracted the compliments that this 240 does.

I can't wait until the next time I drive the car, hopefully later this week if the weather holds out. Another car show awaits.