Upon my impossible-to-disguise-the-greatness-the-Camaro arrival
at the gas station, a car "expert" takes it upon himself to tell me about "real" muscle cars.
He informs me that the Camaro is a phony; it hasn't a shred of the quality of REAL MUSCLE CARS like the Australian built Challenger, itself inspired by a Dodge GTO. He said the Saleen Camaro was semi-okay, but all REAL men drove Mustangs built by a guy... Here, he paused while trying to remember a name to hit me with. It was most likely Carl Shelby, but I wasn't gonna' give him anything to further his rant.
I suggested the man's name was Joe. He looked at me nonplussed. At that point, I did the hesitating to build HIS suspense. I said looking up while stroking my beard as if struggling to recall the man's full name. "Oh yeah," I said, "Joe, Joe, you know Joe.."
The guy was by now all wound up. So I tells him, "Joe Mama!"
