Ted and I sedately drive a Prius or at least I drive it sedately, he scares me to death with his near misses although he has improved greatly with his new glasses. He is a muscle car addict and cars are his life. Yesterday we were sitting in Arby's having a late lunch when we spied a Mustang convertible sitting outside and looking very dashing. He was admiring it and we couldn't see anyone inside that we would associate such a devil may car with. A blind Native American woman and her husband made their way painstakingly out of the door and into that car. He had his hands full negotiating her departure from the restaurant. We couldn't tell if she was a wife or a daughter since he seemed much older but I admired the care in which he tucked her into the car. I thought to myself that the car was his reward for all that care taking activity and I applauded him for his choice. Of course I could be completely wrong about the whole thing, but we love people watching. You have to take your joy where you can find it. I think he found his in that sporty convertible.