Dry Rann – Not

Having worked non-stop, every single day of the week, for the last two and a half years, I was burnt-out and the Pandemic had only made matters worse by forcing us to remain cooped up indoors for the most part. While a few work-related trips were a welcome relief, they did little for the enthusiastic driver in me. A few weeks back, I woke up early one Monday morning with an irresistible urge to sip Champagne at breakfast time. That’s when I knew – it was time to get away – far from the madding crowd. A drive out of town would be the perfect panacea to cure my exhaustion, rejuvenate me, and put the spring back in my step. It was dark outside and I was still in bed, when I reached for my cell phone, and sent out a text to my friend, J. A few minutes later the warm glow on my cell phone’s screen indicated that J had accepted my invitation for the driving trip. For the kind of driving trip that I had in mind, I wanted a mile muncher that was distinct, powerful and sophisticated and I knew exactly what I wanted. In fact,