*Walking around the show and it's not as much fun as I thought it would be. Guess I'm just not that much of a car gal after all even though I've seen quite a variety of vehicles here from old Fords from the 30s to newer exotic looking cars. None of them really interested me much as I either ignored them or took just a second or two to get a good glance before moving on. Stopping by a Ferrari in white paint, it looks kind of cool, I slowly walk around it to find out what type of Ferrari it is. The badge on the back says GTO but I thought Pontiac made the GTOs. As I'm checking out the interior I don't notice someone walking up to me.*
'Like my car?'
*Almost jumping I turn my head to see a guy in his late thirties, sporting facial hair like one of the members of the Backstreet Boys, looming over me. He's dressed in a black T-Shirt with a Ferrari emblem on it and blue jeans. He looks like a tool especially with the heavy amount of hair gel he used. Standing up straight I turn to face him.*
'Well, it is nice'
'Bought it brand new. Only has 30 thousand miles on it. On a good day I can hit almost 200mph on I-48. I know because I've done it a few times.'
*He says as he pulls out and lights up a cigarette.*
'Oh, aren't you worried about the police when doing?'
'Nah, not really, they'd have to catch up to me first.'
'Oh, well, that's good for you then.'
'So how about it? You want a ride sometime? You'll love it. Oh, I'm Kurt by the way.'
'Evelyn and I think I'll pass but thank you though.'
'Well, alright, the offer will still stand if your interested later.'
'Well, thank you, what was your last name again?'
'Oh, it's Webber'
'Alright, Mr. Webber.'
'Oh, please call me Kurt'
'Ok, Kurt, I'm going to go check out the other vehicles here now. It is a nice Ferrari you got here.'
'Oh, sure, you know where to find me if you change your mind'
'I sure do'
*Turning around I walk away feeling creeped out. Throughout that conversation his eyes never once looked at my face for longer than a second. Even now I feel his gaze on my backside. As I pass by the front of the car I stop briefly to take a glance at his license plate. 599 GTO it reads. I'll remember that. As I start to walk off again I over hear him telling his friend.*
'Yeah, she'll be back. I'll be taking her for a ride in my car and then for a ride in the back seat.'
*Hearing that, I sigh and reach into my purse as I come to a stop and turn around.*
'Oh, Mr. Webber, I almost forgot.'
*Pulling out my badge I flash it his way.*
'Since I'm not catching you in the act I'm just giving you a warning. However, just because we might not be able to catch up doesn't mean we don't have ways of making you stop. So slow down and obey the speed limit because we will be watching for you.'
*Not wanting to waste time to see the look on his face I turn back around and put my badge back in my purse as I walk off again to check out the other cars.*