"Oh. I think I'm doin' alright. Give me another day an' I'll start worryin' about how things are goin' back home." He chuckled.

He gave the corvette an appreciative look, then eyed the passenger side door. He was almost ready to argue, then thought the better of it.

Putting his duffel in the backseat, and hanging his bag from a hook over the door, Bill settled into the shotgun seat.

"Traffic really as crazy here as folks say?"