The C250 Date Night - Page 3
Traffic was starting to thicken up as they approached the Bay Bridge. She noticed, mainly because she was hungry. He noticed because he hated traffic and didn’t want to miss their reservation because he knew she was hungry.
The traffic started to speed up so he was able to get going a lot faster. Everyone was done rubbernecking at the old lady who had gotten pulled over by the CHP; she had a powerful set of lungs on her.
“I can’t stand when people rubberneck.” He said.
“Me too.” She laughed.
There was a car to the left lane of them, and another to the right, both of which were in pretty close proximity. The two cars both wanted to pick up speed and decided that they each wanted to merge into the lane in front of the C250 – unfortunately, at the same time. She screamed when she saw what was sure to be a pretty bad accident, he panicked smashed on the breaks and turned right. The car spun completely around and ended up in the lane to the right and continued forward as though nothing had happened.
They were in shock – they had survived what could have been a fatal accident, she was surprised at what this small car did and his driving skills.
“How’d he do that?” She thought to herself.
“How’d I do that?” He thought to himself.
The both of them were very impressed with the car’s handling – they didn’t stop to look at the odd of this kind of thing happening. It didn’t matter, it just happened.
“Wow, you’re quite the driver and this is quite the car.” She said with a smile, she was very impressed and enamored with him – even more so than before.
“Ah, it was nothing. As long as you’re okay that’s all that matters.” He said with a grin and trying to hold back the fact that he was shivering.
There was that voice in her head again – “I guess good things can come in smaller packages.”
This was a date that none of them would soon forget. The C250 became the car that told her chivalry wasn’t dead and changed her mind about the man that eventually became her soul mate.