I was driving from one job to another today eating my lunch as I drove. I rounded a corner and saw a bright red TR7 conv in a driveway. It was completely stripped down and had obviously just been painted. I did my usual head snap when I see a wedge. Several seconds passed, as I slowed for a better look. As I came to a stop beyond the driveway, I put two and two together. That was my car! It was brown when I dropped it off to be painted last Summer, and I hadn't even realized I was driving by the same location. One day back in July, I found the car sitting next to a repair shop, bought the car, stripped it down, and delivered to the painters house all before my wife got home from work. She still doesn't even know about the car, and in fact, with all of the holiday stuff and my other projects, I forgot all about the car. Guess I'll be getting a call soon to come by and settle up with the painter. It looked good. I better hurry up with the one that is on the lift now- my baby's coming home. Sad to say I must be getting old, because you will never get me to admit I have too many cars.