Keith was sitting in his brand new Superformance GT40 Mk. II at a stop light, when a new Rolls Royce pulled up alongside him. The driver started making gestures at Keith, and Keith was pretty sure he wasn’t being challenged to a race, so he managed to get the vent window open well enough to talk to the driver.
“Pardon me, sir, but would you have any Grey Poupon?”
Keith could hardly believe his ears, but he admitted he did not, so off the Rolls rolled with Keith in hot pursuit. Keith was determined, however, to make sure this didn’t happen again so he stopped off at the first place he could get the condiment and found a way to stuff it behind the driver’s seat.
The next day, lo and behold, there was the same RR, and the driver was gesturing to him again. Keith was ready, though, or so he thought.
“Pardon me, sir, but the master's breakfast seems to have gotten a bit cold. Would you have a microwave in your buggy—mine is temporarily on the fritz” was the question. We all know what the answer was.
Keith was, however, intent on "keeping up with the Joneses" in this issue, so off he goes to his favorite fab shop, where they managed to shoehorn a microwave and power inverter under the dash of Keith’s new SPF Mk. II. He was sure he would see the RR the next day, and he wasn’t disappointed.
“Pardon me, sir, but would you happen to have a clean set of sheets? The master had a bed installed in the back area and if I don’t change the sheets before I pick him up he'll be in a tizzy”. Well, Keith was sympathetic, but the 40 doesn't have enough luggage space to store a credit card, much less a set of sheets, so he couldn’t help the hapless chap.
Keith wished the driver the best of luck and departed more determined than ever to best the pesky, persistent purveyor of pomposity. It took a few days and a considerable amount of $$, not to mention extensive chassis and body modifications to his new SPF Mk. II, but when he was ready he departed for the infamous intersection, certain his newest addition to his SPF would leave him one up on the driver of the RR this time. Keith arrived right at the usual time and waited patiently, but the RR didn’t appear quickly so he decided to engage in a pressing task.
Sure enough, a few moments later the RR did roll up. Looking over at Keith’s car and seeing that it was all fogged up on the inside of the windows, the driver of the RR got out of the car and walked over to the 40, banging on the precious steel spider of the SPF to get Keith’s attention.
“Pardon me, sir, but it is possible that you might be having some sort of car trouble, judging from the way your windows are all fogged up. Would you like some assistance?”
To which Keith replied, “You got me out of the shower for that????”
“Pardon me, sir, but would you have any Grey Poupon?”
Keith could hardly believe his ears, but he admitted he did not, so off the Rolls rolled with Keith in hot pursuit. Keith was determined, however, to make sure this didn’t happen again so he stopped off at the first place he could get the condiment and found a way to stuff it behind the driver’s seat.
The next day, lo and behold, there was the same RR, and the driver was gesturing to him again. Keith was ready, though, or so he thought.
“Pardon me, sir, but the master's breakfast seems to have gotten a bit cold. Would you have a microwave in your buggy—mine is temporarily on the fritz” was the question. We all know what the answer was.
Keith was, however, intent on "keeping up with the Joneses" in this issue, so off he goes to his favorite fab shop, where they managed to shoehorn a microwave and power inverter under the dash of Keith’s new SPF Mk. II. He was sure he would see the RR the next day, and he wasn’t disappointed.
“Pardon me, sir, but would you happen to have a clean set of sheets? The master had a bed installed in the back area and if I don’t change the sheets before I pick him up he'll be in a tizzy”. Well, Keith was sympathetic, but the 40 doesn't have enough luggage space to store a credit card, much less a set of sheets, so he couldn’t help the hapless chap.
Keith wished the driver the best of luck and departed more determined than ever to best the pesky, persistent purveyor of pomposity. It took a few days and a considerable amount of $$, not to mention extensive chassis and body modifications to his new SPF Mk. II, but when he was ready he departed for the infamous intersection, certain his newest addition to his SPF would leave him one up on the driver of the RR this time. Keith arrived right at the usual time and waited patiently, but the RR didn’t appear quickly so he decided to engage in a pressing task.
Sure enough, a few moments later the RR did roll up. Looking over at Keith’s car and seeing that it was all fogged up on the inside of the windows, the driver of the RR got out of the car and walked over to the 40, banging on the precious steel spider of the SPF to get Keith’s attention.
“Pardon me, sir, but it is possible that you might be having some sort of car trouble, judging from the way your windows are all fogged up. Would you like some assistance?”
To which Keith replied, “You got me out of the shower for that????”
