He was a true gentleman all the way, opening the car door for me, adjusting the air condition so that I wouldn't freeze.
Yes, he had good manners.
I had never experienced such gentlemanly behavior from anyone before.
His Momma raised him right and I truly was fascinated with the amount of respect he showed me.
Once he got behind the wheel though, my fascination turned to apprehension.
I quickly discovered that he was a terrible driver.
Well, I could go into detail as to our first road trip to a Dodger's baseball game, but I think the plaque below tells the story ten times better than I ever could.