Debbie had carefully reminded Joyce when they were arriving. Joyce said that they would not have any problem finding them because she had rented a red charger. Debbie read the text and shouted “Muscle Car”. Larry heard the news and shouted “Muscle Car!” They had visions of throwing the doors open and leaping out at the ready. Debbie thought this might negate the purple shoes.
Debbie and Larry arrived in Kona and it was dark, pitch dark. Too dark to see colors. Once Debbie and Larry figured out that they were standing in the taxi lane and that was why people were driving by yelling at them things went better.
They spotted the muscle car which looked quite impressive. However there was a policeman standing by Joyce’s window. He looked like the Rock’s little brother who we will call Chip. (Get it a chip off the Rock). Chip, smiled at Joyce and said two things. One, you are in a handicap zone and two how familiar are you with how a charger works? Chip went on to explain that the back lights weren’t turned on and reached in to adjust them. Chip wished us a pleasant trip and sent us on our paranoid way as we do not believe that the front and back light can be turned on separately. This means that the group constantly check their lights before driving anywhere.
There also seem to be lots of chargers in Hawaii. The group has since decided that only people over 60 are given muscle cars especially red ones. They also don’t actually leap out of the car – it’s more like the dryer door flings open and dumps the towels on the floor.
I wonder if they color-code the Chargers based on the average age of the rental group? That way the locals know what to expect from the tourists meandering their streets. But you have to admit that the red Charger is a definite improvement over the sports wagon of our Southern California work assignment in the 80s!