There I was, on Interstate 66 lamenting my evening commute home when suddenly my eyes perked. What is that? “What IS THAT, BOY?”, like I was talking to my dog… if I had a dog. Two cars up ahead there was something low and sleek with wide double row tail lights. I maneuver to the left side of my lane to get a better look.
I roll the windows down. Can’t hear the exhaust. Traffic is ridiculous for the next several miles so all I can do is sit back and wonder what the rest of the car looks like. The car ahead of my finally changes lanes and now I can see it. It’s a 300Zx and damn does it look good in this evening light. The exhaust tips were shiny and so was the canister – definitely aftermarket. I’m a sucker for tuner cars and now I’m really at attention.
And, wait a second. Am I reading that right? The license plate reads “RHD Z32”. A JDM Z32? Oh, boy! Sure enough, I see an arm hanging out the right side window. The Z32 driver changes one lane over. No doubt to let me get a better shot.
Now I’m struggling to hold this big ass LG G3 phone sideways and no-look snap off pics like John Stockton. That struggle was real and unfortunately these blurry pics were the best I could get. It was difficult to tell but I feel like the wheels may have been the five spoke SSR Integrals. Suspension looked factory.
He moves one more lane to the right. Maybe he noticed a buffoon in a WRX next to him fumbling with a phone pointed in his direction and decided to protect his investment. In any case I roll up beside him and give a thumbs up. The driver, wearing a cap, acknowledges with a wave back.
That’s when I get that “Man, you’re an idiot” and sinking stomach feeling. I bet he gets this daily. Whatever though, I snap off another shot and put the phone down. If only all my commutes home were this exciting.