I had a dream. I don’t dream. I can’t remember a time when I have. Of course, I have had nightmares that turn to reality, but never a dream. Until last night. It was Erie.. I was standing in a thick fog with somebody next to me. She turned to me and asked where we we’re at. I said I didn’t know and then all of the sudden things get loud and we pull out of a cloud. We were standing on the plane wing with a perfect blue ocean below us. We looked at each other and smiled. We jumped, it was peaceful, I was smiling the whole way down. As soon as we hit the water I saw fiery chunks of metal, totally unrelated to the ocean and something like a road or ease way. Either way, I felt happy in the dream. I woke up and went back to sleep.
It was the first time I’ve ever had a good dream, something that wasn’t realistic, that didn’t come true. I have no idea what the dream was about or what it meant, but I do know who was on the wing with me.
Anyway, back to the Porsche, all stripes are gone! We waxed it and it was mighty shiny. Took it out for a spin, stereo sounded great on the road. There’s little noise inside the thing, surprisingly enough. Got it to about 90mph and it seemed pretty stable. No weird noises or anything. More pictures soon, promise.