Stop in for a cup of coffee

I had an interesting day.

I went for a hair revamp and when I came out of the shop a guy was standing by my car. He just looked at me with a blank stare as I walked directly towards him. Then I went around the passenger side to the back and opened the deck lid and put my bag and stuff in the trunk. The whole time here is staring at me with a deer in headlights look.

I finally looked his direction at his feet and said "can I help you"

He said "is this really your car!" I looked behind me and around me sarcastically and said "yup".

He wanted to know all about it. So we got to talking and he mentioned that he has a 68 Malibu chevelle car. He mentioned that it was being stored behind a shop in a container thingy. As soon as he mentioned the place I asked if he knows the guys there and I named them, and he said yes, and then he asked me if I knew some other guys and I do.

So once we got the introductions out of the way, we went to see the 68 chevelle thingy.
Total badassary, 454 / auto ( I don't know Chevy)
He backed it out of the container and reached over to unlock the passenger door. I got in and we went around the yard (no plates, so couldn't go on the street) after it warmed up, he did a bad *** burnout. I can still hear the compression ringing in my ears now. Talk about bad ***, and it's even a chebbie.