i do it all the time......everytime...and i have to hold back on the stooopid grin spreading across my face...every time...

Every morning I slide into the seat, put the key in the ignition and grip the leather steering wheel. I glance at the three glorious instrument binnacles before me as I turn the key, and listen to the silky smooth Italian roar into life. I slide the shifter into reverse and turn my head to see the beautifully sculpted rear. Lifting the clutch I pull onto the road and begin my journey. Does it make me smile?

Rich