High Beams on...

Recently I met up with the member of the Old Farts Sports Car Club whose name was drawn from my oilcan. He kinda rolled his eyes at me as I informed him he had been caught in the head lights. I almost thought I would have to get Johnny to help me play out that old interrogation game, you know the one, good cop bad cop, but alas when he spotted the rubber hose in my back pocket he relented. His name is Mike I know we have a few Mikes in the group so your mission is to figure out which one--have fun.
Mike is somewhat on the quiet side; I think he prefers observing instead being the center of attention. He was very polite, humored me, and let me dole on and on about myself. Any-who when Mike was in high school he had already decided that he wanted to join the military, complete his tour of duty, come home and be a police officer. Yes that’s right there is a cop among us. Don’t freak out now, Mike let me know that he no longer hands out coupons {whew} even though he did like doing that. He started out with Harris County and is now with D P S, vehicle thief division. He will be able to retire from there sometime in 2008 and is looking forward to his next career opportunity.
Mike’s first automobile was NOT a car it was a green 350, 1973 Chevy Pick-up. Now back in those days cars and trucks came plain without anything extra like air conditioning or power anything. I think we were lucky that they even had seats in them. He paid cash for this beauty and splurged for air conditioning. COOL dude. He drove it for three and a half years before moving on to his second vehicle, a sporty type--Trans-Am. I’m sad to say he only had it a couple of months before it was stolen. What a bummer. No he didn’t leave it unlocked with the keys in it {I asked}. As it turns out Trans-Am’s were easy to steal back then. These days he has an SSR and told me that he really had a good time recently up at the SSR Club excursion in Springfield and his wife Kathy, who was not able to attend, had a good time anyway.
When I asked him his favorite type of music I was surprised that he doesn’t really have one. He does however like rock from the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s but chooses to listen to Talk Radio news programs. I guess we can consider Mike an informed kind of man.
He says steak is ok, but anyone can cook a steak. {CALM DOWN} Mike likes lasagna–good lasagna that is.
He has never owned a blue car even though blue is his favorite color. I pressed him for a particular shade and he said, “just basic blue” I asked “like a crayon?” Mike said, “I guess.” See I knew there had to be a certain shade.
Mike doesn’t have a favorite season but does prefer Day-light-savings time. He can come home from work and still have enough daylight to do what ever it is he wants.
I asked him about pet peeves and he has one, I’m sure we all understand and totally back him up on it; when some one sits or leans on a car especially someone else’s. He once witnessed a lady at a Stop & Go using the pay phone let her small child run up and slid down the hood of a 70’s model Corvette. She better be glad it wasn’t Mike’s or mine for that matter.
Mike confessed {don’t you love it when cops confess} that he is not too mechanically inclined as in being an auto mechanic but he does really like driving, riding in and looking at automobiles. Mike said he doesn’t usually speed, he’s not in a big hurry and think about it folks would a cop really tell me {lead foot} they speed. His wife often tells him that he is going too slow. Funny his favorite Highway Patrol car, was a 1989 Ford Mustang with a 302 and 5 speed. He says it would go “144 MPHs all day long. A really great pursuit vehicle.” {Does this sound like a slow poke?}The drunks didn’t like it the back seat it was a little hard to get to. Mike I don’t think I would let one in. They have a bad habit of brining their drinks back up, if ya know what I mean.
Mike’s favorite place to drive sounds like fun the “Million dollar Highway” between Silverton and Ouray CO. He also recommends the best way to enjoy it is with the top down or on a motorcycle.
I asked Mike to describe himself…“straight forward and to the point” and he has a low BTL. For those of us who don’t know what that means; Bullshit Tolerance Level. I plan on using that acronym at work.
Let me leave off with this little story Mike told me…
He was getting gas in a town in New Mexico, when the tank was full the woman said “What no tip?” he replied “No.” She said “Can I give you a tip?” Well, not being a fool he said “Yes.” The woman kindly smiled and said “Never fry bacon naked.” Mike told me he took it to heart and never has Mike also recommends that none of you should either.

See ya