The  bearded Ol' Duff  with  his wool flop hat on to prevent his bald
head chill and from reflecting and blinding other drivers, and
Solarguard Wrap-a-round Polaroid sunglasses to prevent his own blindness
- was cruz'in down the freeway, push'in  his 88 Burgundy V-gon GL along
at  75, when he spotted in the rear view a hot-rod Chevy pick-em up
truck coming up fast on the left behind. Once a little closer he saw  it
was a threesome of teenage tomcats pushing the machine and  looking for
some action. . When they got along side and spotted the Ol' Duff there
in the V-gon,  they broke out in a lot of grinning at the Ol' Duff there
drive'n the VW bus.

Now the Ol' Duff  could see they had visions of the good ol'days of the
hippies in the 60's  driving the splitties and the loafs --  something
their folks just told them about as part of the good history. These cats
were only a gleam in Daddy's eye and a rapid heartbeat in Mom's throat
back then.

As they cruz'ed by making monkey motions, the Ol' Duff tilted his head
their way to acknowledge them, raised his left hand holding his Pepsi
can as to toast  their hot truck.  Then with his left hand back on the
wheel, he raised  his right hand with first two fingers  forming a "V",
then folded his forefinger to tuck behind his thumb and extended the
middle, ring and little fingers to form the shape of a "W".

Sharp kids - they recognized the "VW" immediately and gave the high sign
in acknowledgment  They hit the horn three times in acknowledgment,
and  yelling loudly, pounding the dash  and the  doors and grin'nin like
jackasses eating briars, they accelerated on down the highway.

Kind of a neat impromptu happening.  Cross generation communication was
possible after all. Made the Ol' Duff's day!

Regards,

John Rodgers
Ol' Duff ,  88 V-gon GL