So, I was driving on MN-55 in my lovely car, with my parents with me, when this beat-up Toyota/Honda overtakes us, and the girl waves at me like she’s never gonna see an Indian guy again!

Now, this could mean 3 things:

1. She was really proud of her beatup car overtaking my Mustang.
2. She knew me.
3. My car was blowing deadly black smoke.

Of course, number 2 is the first thing that comes in the mind, and your parents’ mind, but I doubt it. Number 3 is ruled out. My car is awesome!

Now, if only there was a way to reconnect!