A Wraithful Thanksgiving
Welcome back, race fans. I missed you. For my American readers, I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.
Not surprisingly, my Thanksgiving prominently featured cars. My nephews (ages 14 and 11) and I spent our downtime watching Top Gear reruns and playing Project Gotham 4, a racing video game. I am not overly adept at these newfangled video game controllers, so I spent most of PG4 running into walls backwards (although I did manage one win!). Give this girl a steering wheel.
We also went go-kart racing, where I would have beaten my dad but for the interference of a kid who wouldn’t get out of my way. No, it was not a kid to whom I was related. That would have been an easy decision. Instead, I had to draft behind the damn kid, and Dad got away. Next time, Covey 540…
As one might expect, Rolls Royce made an appearance. In a luxury car take on Pinocchio, the Spirit of Ecstasy, the Rolls’ venerable hood ornament, came to life as a real boy! Behold the evidence:
And compare to my recent acquaintance, the Rolls Royce Wraith:
Uncanny, I tell you! The Next Generation as exotic British hood ornament – who knew?
Speaking of go-cart racing… If you were so sure to beat your old dad, why weren’t you ahead of me in the first place??!! Ha! Ol’ Covey 540 still has a fast corner and a blazing straight away in him. I do believe Motorista was in my rear view mirror the whole time! Oh, wait; there wasn’t a mirror. At least I didn’t see her in front of me. It was great fun.