So I'm going home from work, on a nice, sunny Florida day. T-tops are open, wind in my face, engine purring, life is good.
Heading to the top of the Buckman Bridge in the hammer lane, doing about 75, I see PREY up ahead...in the form of a red, 1995 Mustang GT convertible, top up. I heads in that direction, wondering why he looks...familiar. Coming alongside the 'Stang, he kicks it a little, whereupon The Countess gives a brief, derogatory SNORT and, utilizing the 100+ horsepower advantage she posesses, proceeds to smoke-check her opponent handily.
As we scream away, Contessa's engine reaching its NASCAR-like battle cry, I remember where I've seen the 'Stang. A glance at its rapidly-receeding image in the rearview confirms it. It has a set of Naval Aviator wings on its front bumper.
I have just blown the doors off "The Red Rocket", the infamous, and beloved, mount of CAPT. Anderson, former C.O. of VP-30. My former boss.
Oh, well, it was The Countess' fourth kill. One more to make "ACE"...