posted on Feb, 9 2007 @ 03:23 PM
He must of sensed my confusion as his tone and demeanor turned into my 5th grade science teacher's. "In order to achieve maximum viewing, any and
all reflections on the viewing surfaces should be minimized and preferably eliminated."
"Yeah, I was just messing with you man." I said hoping he wouldn't read through my bald faced lie.
I feel like I'm on the dark side of the moon as we travel through town. "What time is it?" I thought I had said to myself but obviously had spoken
My aquaintance says "I'll check." He peels back a piece of strategically located electrical tape to reveal the glowing green numbers once hidden.
7:12pm. He re-applies and we continue.
My mind begins to churn. "This guy has a three day old Monster Truck with the enlarged UFO sunroof option, an electronic superstore in the rear
2/3's, light blocking devices throughout, and what appears to be a unique driving style/posture."
I keep my focus on the road ahead which is illuminated by the optional Boeing 757 landing lights package! I truly think I can see Vermont some 20
miles in the distance. Oncoming cars are giving a wide berth. Some make futile attempts to flash their inferior high-beams at us while others take the
safer route and come to complete stops on the shoulder of the road as we amble by.
While I can't see any of the dashboard lights or dials, I'm certain the cabin temperature is nearing 90 degrees. I'm sure this 2000 square foot
vehicle is equipped with some form of climate control. "The system will regulate itself shortly." I thought to myself. We leave the town limits and
head for a sparsely populated area. "When will the heater stop blowing?"
Just then, the climate control system engaged. Oddly it came from an are I was not expecting. Cabin pressure immediately plummeted and I had the
sensation of being sucked into a black hole. As I instinctively looked up it appeared eerily similar to watching a sports stadium opening it's
retractible roof as in a domed stadium. The oversized moonroof was beginning it's endless journey to the fully opened position.
Verbal communication was now not an option. The noise was on par with the launching of an F-15 tomcat from the deck of the Ronald Reagan. Either time
stopped or the laws of physics began to crumble as I continually shifted my position to see exactly where this sheet of glass was retracting to. The
vehicle didn't seem long enough to house this impressive piece of glass. Finally, a hole larger than the one left at O'Hare appeared ALL around me.
The proud owner looked at me with a twinkle in his eye just before he gave me a mischieviuos wink.
The temperature dropped 40 degrees in the 26 seconds it took to open the roof. We were nearing our hunting grounds when I noticed something which
could have saved this guy a little money when he purchased this beast. There was no need for a seat back on the driver's seat! This man maintained
the proper hunting posture the entire time. You know, the forward lean so you see the moisture on the windshiels when you exhale? This was the sign of
the true hunter to a fledgling amatuer like myself.
I give him credit though. It only took him 53 minutes to set up his electronic superstore gear outside the vehicle. I know this because I peeled back
the electrical tape in order to time him.
4 hours later we are returning home. No pics to post unfortunately. We never saw anything. I mean not even a plane. Comming to a stop in my driveway
led to the akward 1st date type of pause.......tick.........tick.......tick "WELL!" I said and he immediately interrupted.
"Wanna go again sometime?" He says.
"Sure, I'd like that." I said, proud to be asked to go on a second date I mean hunt!
So.....What's in your wallet when you go UFO hunting?
Any of this ring true with anyone?