Another weekend, another car show. This one technically (legally?) a meetup rather than a show. An American car meetup, with a couple of lovely German cars thrown in for good measure. I'll take the 911, please.

One of two things has happened: either I've sampled so much fine ice cream that McFlurrys (don't come at me with McFlurries; it is a proper noun) now taste and have the texture of warm garbage, or McFlurrys always tasted and had the texture of warm garbage. I guess those aren't mutually exclusive.

Still I think today marked the first day that an ice cream was so repulsive that I threw it in the bin. Never thought I'd see the day.

Charlotte met up with a friend in London, so Tabitha and I had a very expensive day filled with inefficient travel!