Was going up to NC yesterday, had just passed through Ball Ground, GA and was driving up Canton Hwy. when a small bumpered Maverick pulled out in front of me. Car was medium green with spots of gray primer down the passenger side, had some sort of alloy wheels on it, could tell by the exhaust note that it was a 6 cylinder. I followed him onto hwy. 515 for about a mile, then he turned off into a RaceTrac gas station. Some guy probably in his late 20's or early 30's was driving it. As usual, I wasn't driving my Maverick. I was driving my '89 Chevy truck. Seems like I'm always driving something besides my Maverick when I see other random Mavericks on the road.
Don't ya hate that? Especially when you forget you're not driving the Maverick... Then you just look like an over friendly pervert waving at people.
