What's funny about the picture, although I blacked it out in the interest of preserving anonymity, is that my MOM is the one behind the wheel, and I suspect that now that Daddy Spatula purchased another sports car (there is a long history of sports cars coming through the Spatula house), he probably will never get to drive it again. I also predict that once my mom gets about 10 tickets in it the first year, he'll sell it, buy another Harley, and then SHE'LL want a Harley, so they'll have two Harleys, and then they'll sell those, and...TA-DA...buy another sports car. Life is pretty predictable at Chez Spatula.
