Big Red Car here.
The Boss is still up skiing in Steamboat. Snow is still pouring down and I am starting to feel just a bit sorry for myself. I have been cooped up all week since Sunday and am getting a bit anxious.
I want to get out and run. My job, my work, is to lower the top and run like Hell. Through the neighborhood — never, ever violating the speed limit mind you — and when The Boss is feeling a bit wild through the Hill Country and out to the lake and back again. I have a great job. I am in the pleasure business. Come ride with me.