I come across a TourX every few weeks but this doesn't lower my excitement whenever I see one.
The other day I followed a black TourX (with PA plates) traveling northbound onto I95 at the DE/PA border. Elated, I pulled up next to it expecting to exchange a friendly wave and smile. But as I peered onto it, I noticed a sweet, little, old lady (with liver spots) barely able to see over the steering wheel. UGH!
At that point I made the executive decision to proceed without a wave and without any acknowledgement of the TourX's existence. I assumed she just wouldn't understand or appreciate the excitement I felt.
BUT, I have regretted my decision ever since. Maybe she's got a Trifecta tune and tests the TourX's upper limits..daily. Maybe she pulls into the church parking lot on a snowy day and does donuts.?. Maybe, just maybe, she pulls up to every red light with a full load of mulch bags expecting to race..no matter the vehicle.
Who am I to judge??
If I could only take back that fateful day I'd wave to Mrs L. Spot without ANY hesitation.
From this point on, God as my witness, I will treat EVERY TourX encounter with EQUAL excitement and fervor.