Tuesday, January 23rd
I went for an easy three-mile run by the lake today. One small portion of my run was on the road, and as I chugged along I heard a loud engine revving up behind me. Figuring it was one of the local teenage punks driving by in his tricked-out Dodge Neon, I drifted off the pavement to the soft shoulder to avoid being run down by a poor driver. To my surprise, I was passed by a Ferrari F430. I don't know if I was more surprised that I was passed an Italian sports car or that I could even remotely have mistaken it for a Neon.
