Installed a new aftermarket exhaust on my Si and I love it. But now I feel compelled to warn people at the gas station when I'm about to leave. And I have to walk inside to order fast food. #ButItSoundsGreatInTunnels
Day #2 at the new job; I learn that I have an office, and it's in an Aston Martin dealership. Also, drove a Jaguar F-Type like half a mile. Not entirely sure if I'm living in reality right now, but I'm okay with that.
So this happened this morning while attending Cars & Coffee; went to say hello to the owner as she pulled up (super nice woman). Next thing I know, I'm sitting shotgun in her Lamborghini Aventador!
Anyone else ever immediately acknowledge they're having deja vu, but acknowledging it in the moment is part of the deja vu? I imagine that's what drugs feel like.