I was raking my front yard the other day and what should drive down my quiet suburban street?  A shiny silver Nissan GTR, that's what.  Man that thing is gorgeous, in a sinister SyFy miniseries villan car sort of way.

I waved at the guy and he honked and waved back.  Part of me wanted to chase behind him and beg for a ride like a 10-year old boy.  But somehow I restrained myself.  After all I can't afford the transmission fluid change, and my car insurance is fine where it is thank you.

Still...

Tags: boy, day, GTR, Nissan, thing

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