...as I waddled through life today, on a rare midweek day off, I found myself noting that it was around lunchtime just as I was passing a Hooter's. Being and adventuresome type, I decided to stop.
Now ... after I parked, close to the door and sandwiched by handicap spots (seemed safe) ... I was greeted by several Hooter's girls.
This seems to happen frequently (not at Hooter's I hardly go there), so I found myself wondering today ... is all the attention because of the sleek dagger like silohuette of the 370Z, it's Black Cherry coat shimmering in the new found spring sunlight undecided if it wants to be purple or black, gleaming and freshly clean all the while growling like a tiger as I navigated the car into the parking spot ?
Or is it, perhaps, because of my stealthy 212 pound, out of shape, old and gray, fat *** form that I represent along with my shiny white teeth eerily exposed by a **** eating grin as I exit the vehicle ?
I dunno ... but wanted to share a few shots nonetheless.
