I was in a European urban area, and I was driving a Porsche 911.  My sister was with me.  It was one of those somewhat weird/awkward moments where the two of us were parked and believed we had a purpose, something we needed to get done, somewhere to go,  which meant we would have to go pick up my dad, who was wandering on foot somewhere down the street.  But because the street was not perfectly straight, there was no direct line of sight to him– we couldn’t just shout and/or wave at him, so we had to use the car to go fetch him.  I suggested that my sister get in the back seat, which I knew would be a tight squeeze, because obviously my dad had no chance of fitting back there.  She got seated and quickly remarked about how surprisingly comfortable it was.  When I got into the driver’s seat, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that my sister suddenly looked just like Amy Winehouse!  She had that big bulbous ‘up-do’ on her head, so it prevented me from seeing out through the rear window at all because she took up the whole field of view.

We got going and went just a couple blocks, around a slight bend in the street, then we spotted my dad walking away from us up ahead.  It was obvious even with his back turned that it was him, because he was the only guy wearing a big white tee-shirt that had some large orange lettering– definitely something that would stand out in Europe fashion-wise.  Once we caught up with him, I stood next to the car with my dad, noticing that this was a silver 911.  My dad started giving me some facts and details about the car and its specifications and modifications, such as its performance intake and exhaust system which boosted horsepower to something like 225-235.  So along with the details came some words of caution when driving it, because although it was a classic car, not one made with big performance, especially by modern standards, with the modifications it made it deceptively fast, and probably more lively to handle than one would otherwise expect.

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