The G6 is gone, and so is summer, nearly. Last Tuesday, the time was up. One last weekend, the long weekend. Aaron's friend Timmy came over, and we had one last ride together. In the bathing suit, barefoot... better drive safely, 'cause I have nothing: no shoes, no wallet, no roof. It was cool out, just barely warm enough to ride with the roof down -- and the windows up. But Tuesday the sun came out and it heated up, just in time for a solo spin through downtown Detroit before returning it. Van Morrison came on the XM, singing Moondance, and summer was gone.
The garage called today. The new quarter panel is in, can I bring the car in? I wish, I wish.