A TALE OF TWO
I was driving down the interstate recently when I caught a flash of blue in the rearview mirror. It was small—a long way back on a lonesome and flat stretch of asphalt that had very few patrons that particular afternoon. I never gave it a second thought … until the ’68 Corvette smoked by me as if I were spinning in the mud. A few seconds behind the classic, a brand-new ’Vette screamed past, painted the exact same color as the first. It was obvious some fella has a thing for baby-blue Corvettes. My mind drifted for a second or two, contemplating which one I would choose if I happened to buy a winning lottery ticket at the next gas station. I was slapped back into reality by the rumble strip…