I was driving into one of the SAAC Conventions with my wife from the airport. I had a rental. Might have been in Charlotte with a Hertz Turbo T-bird? '86?
In front of us there was this commotion going on.
There was this young guy in a Mustang trying to pass this sedan. The sedan kept blocking him. I was right behind this watching it in amazement.
At some point there was a red light and the Mustang finally pulled up alongside the sedan and the driver was displaying every possible indication of rage, lack of respect and anger at the driver. It was a circus for sure.
I stayed close just out of curiosity.
I saw this guy in glasses with grey hair slouched down behind the wheel of the sedan. It was Bob. The Mustang driver, no idea, but he wasn't at the Convention.
I guess it was like Larry Johnson as Grandmama? He was from Charlotte too wasn't he?
Wifey was not impressed. "Your friends are stupid!"