Thursday was the monthly meeting for the Georgia Z Club. I use the club meetings as "Drive Your Z to Work" days, weather permitting (and sometimes even if I know the Z might get rained upon).
The weather was pretty good, considering it's January, so I was in the Z car. I received one thumbs up on the drive in. That always feels good. On the drive home, I heard the driver next to me honk his horn. I turned to look, and he also gave a thumbs up. Then a little while down the road he got behind me, flashed his lights, and briefly turned on his right turn signal. I figured that he wanted to talk or get a better look at my car.
I turned into the next shopping center, and he followed. He started off saying that he used to own 7 Z cars. He was active in the local Z scene 20 years ago, but as life changes happened, his Z collection went away. He told me that when he saw mine, he had to get a closer look. We chatted for a while, and I gave him a card for the club.
I told my wife about the incident when I got home. She was surprised that I pulled over. I guess I lead a charmed life that I was confident about the other guy's intentions.