The legend is real – 2010 Nissan GTR

I am convinced that some sections of my brain are on go slow. If not, how would you explain this? I was driving along Pines Blvd (Florida) minding my own business when, out of the far reaches of my right eye I glimpsed what appeared to be Nissan’s indomitable Godzilla. I realized at that instant that I was passing the dealership, Maroone Nissan of Pembroke, so what I glimpsed could actually be a GTR.

My sleuth instincts took command and as I scanned my data base, I ascertained that there was no other car from Nissan’s production line which resembled the GTR. Convinced, I pulled over to get a closer look. It was approximately 9:30pm. I state the time for obvious reasons. Official work time departed long ago and there was no sign of life on the compound. The dealership was as abandoned as workstations during Usain Bolt’s races at the Beijing Olympics!

Ignoring all the obstacles that lined the path, I turned right and steered the car towards one of the many available parking spots.

Rodney King

I was driving a Nissan Altima so for a brief moment I felt at home. As I stepped out of the car, I was greeted by a firm cold wind, which was possibly hinting at the type of reception I was about to encounter. When I got to the entrance of the office I peered through the glass door and I saw one young lady who was engaged, cleaning the office for the next day’s activities. There were no security personnel in clear view.

I was a bit apprehensive to proceed to the area where I glimpsed the car as memories of Rodney King raced to the fore of my mind. What are you doing at a dealership at 9:30 pm approaching a brand new car?  Could I successfully explain to zealous, promotion seeking law enforcement agents, who are occasionally far removed from rational existence that I just wanted a closer look at the car? Apart from being viewed as a nut, which wasn’t my fear, I had visions of the police, flashing lights and embarrassing questions.

Not to be deterred, I pressed on. I walked along the short corridor, turned left, ascended 3 or 4 steps, walked briskly by two impressive but lesser machines and zeroed in on the target.

Slippery Shape

When I got to the target I stood there motionless for what must have been a long time.

Part 2 – Sunday.

Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer