I've always wanted to drive--even ride in--an Aston Martin.  My hero in Sinners' Opera drives a Vanquish S.  Another car nut friend of mine brought one over today, and I actually got to drive Morgan's car.  I know what color the dash lights are and what the pedals feel like and how fast that sleek sportscar can leap from one gear to the other.  I was in heaven. Research, you understand, just research.  NOT!  If I had $100,000 for a 2005 Vanquish S, that handsome devil would be in the parking lot tonight.  Unfortunately, Mr. Fast and Hot will have to stay in the realms of my dreams.  Just had to share a very momentuos occasion--1 wish struck from my Bucket List.

I know we have several Fuzzies who love sports cars. Do I have a treat for you! Today we welcome Class of '85 author Stacy Dawn who tells us all about Confessions Corvette style. Please greet Stacy with a big Fuzzy welcome.

Thank you so much to the Pink Fuzzy Slipper ladies for having the Class of ’85 here this month—it’s like another reunion party!

Corvette Confessions:

Have you ever been in the right place at the wrong time?

Dumped at the senior spring dance, AJ, who’d always been more into softball and shop class than cheerleading and pep squad, escaped the crowd to mope in the Corvette on loan to the class for the semester. When Greg Roberts unexpectedly joined her, his attempts to cheer her worked—too well. She might have even confessed her love that night if Greg’s longtime girlfriend hadn’t come looking for him.

Twenty-five hard years later, forced to come to the reunion by her best friend, AJ escapes back to her favorite class, only to find the exact Corvette—a little worn and faded—sitting right where she’d left it. Fond memories turn into reality when Greg shows up at her driver’s side window again—and déjà vu takes on a whole new meaning.

Whenever I think back to high school, three things instantly come to mind—hair, music and Niagra Falls.

No, I didn’t go to school in Niagara Falls, but a high school in a small city on the Canadian shore of Lake Ontario. There was, however, one memorable school trip to Niagara Falls where I met the second boy to tag my heart. Wow, even thinking of him now still makes my heart flutter—tall, chiselled jaw, black hair and crystal blue eyes…and slow dancing with him, whew! Everything to make a teenage girl swoon. Let’s just say Grade Eleven was a good year LOL.

While on this trip and a visit to the falls, a group of my friends and I were watching the boys play touch football in the middle of a grassy area when a sleek, white corvette drove by behind them. I always found it funny that the car caught my mind off the shirtless group of athletically defined boys, but it did. I even snapped a picture of it and, believe it or not. still have it in my school photo album. And to this day, my head still turns whenever a Stingray Corvette sails by…

Between the Corvette and those niggley little ‘what if’ thoughts about that boy, AJ and Greg’s story took off like a shot. Not too many hearts get a second chance and it’s amazing how one little moment in time can sew itself securely into the past, present and future.

I love my life and especially my husband to pieces and wouldn’t change a thing, but I do admit, every once in a while, I Google my Niagara Falls guy’s name just to see if I can find him and what he might be doing today. Did he become famous like he wanted? Did he marry and have children? No, I haven’t found him yet…but you never know….

With all these reunion stories bringing high school memories back to the forefront, was there someone that you had your eye on back then, but the timing was just…off?

I’d love to hear….and you can find out what happens with AJ and Greg in Corvette Confessions available now at The Wild Rose Press.

Purchase link: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/corvette-confessions-p-4210.html?zenid=a4210e9eb48bc2ea4a37127583a440bf

Website: http://www.stacydawn.com/ Blog: http://www.stacydawn.blogspot.com/

TRAFFIC, need I say more. Okay, anyone who lives in a big city (and even smaller ones) hates traffic. Patience, I'm counseled. Somewhere along the years, I hit the delete key on patience or maybe like a sense of direction I was simply born without.

So on with my raving. I work in the Medical Center in Houston. When my commute of 10 miles takes an hour, I feel I'm justified in wanting to drag the guy who just ran up on my bumper from his car and beat him with his cell phone.

Then there's the interstate, God help us. I've always been a sports car enthusiast (make that car crazy—if it has two seats and four wheels, count me in). I've owned a Jaguar XKE, an MGB, a Triumph TR6, now drive a Mazdaspeed Miata, a turbo-charged roadster. Whipping a nimble convertible around mountain roads is fun. Getting on Highway 59 North in rush hour is suicide.

Several times, when I bred Andalusian horses, I visited Los Angeles for shows or looking at prospective purchases. A friend took me on an adventure on an LA interstate. Ten years ago in the City of Angels, you planned your entire day around traffic. I swore I'd never live in a city where my life revolved around seas of taillights. Never say never.

My ex is British and when someone chatters on endlessly, he asks, "What are you rabbiting on about?"

So that's my rabbit-on for the day. Happy motoring. And as the suspect ending to this little rant, I saw a bumper sticker on a truck here in Texas: Keep Honking. I'm reloading.