I'm a "Supra" Dork

Sometimes I wonder if anyone is as ridiculous as I am. Maybe I just seem more ridiculous to myself because I know all of my old stories and current thoughts. If I knew everything about someone else, maybe I would think he or she was dumb too.

Here is an illustration of ridiculousness:

When I was a senior in high school, I drove a manual 1986-1/2 Toyota Supra, which had been passed down from Horna to Horna. I looked dumb in the car and I rode the clutch all the time. I also sped a lot because I always felt I was in a race to get somewhere.

One day, when I was on my way to work at the local Kids R Us, I noticed the boy I used to like riding in the car next to me. I smiled and imagined my very short hair blowing in the wind (if it really was blowing, it would have looked like a giant mushroom). But then I immediately dropped the smile when I saw his ex-girlfriend riding in the passenger seat. He waved. I played it cool. We were pulling up to a stoplight. He started to go, so I hit the Supra's gas so I could beat him. Then WHAM! Instead I beat the heck out of car in front of me, who was still stopped because only the turn lane (his lane) had a green light. I felt stunned but I still managed to catch the picture of his surprised face as he kept driving.

My "little" rear-ending caused a chain reaction, 4 cars deep. Everyone was climbing out of their cars and inspecting the damage. I had to run up and down and say, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" No one was very happy. We all sat in the middle of the busy road, right in front of the mall, causing a traffic jam. We had called the police but had to just wait until they got there. Five minutes later, we decided to move into the mall parking lot. The police officer (ironically with the last name of LOVE), was very discourteous with me. He asked me why I hit the other cars. Who really has an answer for this? I told him I had been distracted. "By what?", he asked me. I had to tell him it had been a boy. The woman who's car had sustained the most damage began to feel pity for me after that answer. She even offered to loan me the money to pay for my ticket. I didn't take it. I deserved the ticket, the fine and the shame I was collecting.

To make this story even more ridiculous, I was on my way to a company-wide meeting, so the majority of the employees had driven by me while I was standing in the road, waiting for the police. When I got there, everyone was talking about it. The subject kept coming up for months...
My advice to you. Never try to look cool while you are driving - it never seems to turn out well. Also, if you get a chance to buy a 1986-1/2 Supra, buy it. It was really nice and comfortable, except the steering wheel that would "melt" in your hands if it got wet. You might manage to look cooler than me in it.