Just got off the phone with a client and we ended up talking about muscle and classic cars for a bit. I happened to mention my old 67 Mustang and the whole STRING of Mopars dad had taught me to work on cars with.
I sheet you not, as soon as I mentioned those Plymouths, this place filled with the smell of overly-rich exhaust like only a classic car can produce.
I am kind of used to weirdness happening around me, but this one was RIGHT out-of-the-blue and timed to the second.
DAMN....now I got the urge to go classic car shopping .