I opened the garage doors, using some large rocks to prop them open. Before me, glistening in the sunlight, sat a machine like I had never seen. Totally unlike the judge, this car was, well, I guess I’d have to say, flamboyant. It shimmered with a lustrous color that I could only describe as St. Patrick’s Irish Green. A luxurious leather seat for two sat behind a wood-panel holding a half dozen assortment of gauges, of which function I had no idea.
I climbed onto the running board, swung my leg over the levers, and settled into the seat. On the walnut panel was a brass plate that read “This 1913 Model-48 - Six Roadster was hand made for the Honorable Judge Michael Valentine. Peerless Motor Company of Cleveland, Ohio.”
I just sat there, acquainting myself with the operational mechan
