Tonight I had to make a quick run to the Costco one-hour photo. During my hour, I grabbed a few necessities, and headed to the checkout. At the door, I told Matt that my son wanted a picture of a race car. The goal was to see how much detail I could get out of the door clerk.
Matt's a guy. I am a guy. I figured he would put a little time into it and try to impress me. The truth is that Matt DID put in about 30 seconds, and came up with this:
I am sorry to say, Matt, but this does not look like any race car I have ever seen. To be honest with you, it looks like the 1986 Chrysler LeBaron I bought when my even older Chevy Van shot craps in high school.
The good news is that you reminded me about the good old Chrysler. No joke, but at one point, only one door handle worked on that car. To get into the car, I had to open the back passenger door, reach up front to the passenger door to unlock it. Get out of the car, open the passenger door, reach across, unlock the driver door, get out, walk around to the driver door, and get in.
Or something like that. It was ridiculous. But it wasn't a race car.