So I'm at the gas station fueling up in my '73 Jav/AMX, which is always a real PITA. This guy pulls up to the traffic light on a loud ass Harley. While waiting for the light he sees me and starts screaming to his girl on the back of his bike...HEY...LOOK...IT...IT's...IT'SA...AAAAH...MATADOR!!!
MATADOR??? That's a first! Everybody else pumping gas is looking at me like why is this guy screaming at you?

So now he's sitting over there gloating because in his mind he remembered it like it was yesterday. My guess is yesterday, just like today, he was stoned!

Is a Matador considered even being close to a humpster?
NOT! The flying brick, Oleg Cassini, and opera windows be darned! This aint no round tracker, don't he know this does more than turn left? My P-code won
every Trans Am race single handedly?

I just shook my head. When his light turned green of course, he had to give me the pipes, which confirmed in my mind that he was an idiot. I supposed I got the pipes because I didn't run over there and give him a high five or something for nailing it! In hindsight, I really feel sorry for his girl.

She must have really bad luck picking men!