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Byline: Dutch Mandel
Yesterday I stopped the BMW at a scenic overlook to propose marriage to my girlfriend. It was along Northern California's 17-Mile Drive. We were going to Laguna Seca for a race, and the symmetry seemed right, since I'd met her at Mid-Ohio.
Good for me she took the deal.
Just yesterday, while at Indy, we pulled into the 38th Street Kmart, where a home pregnancy test gave us good news.
The other day, I took my laboring wife in a black-on-black Audi Avant-its easy access, egress and heated seats chosen for this moment-to the hospital, where she delivered our first son, Jake.
It was yesterday that the three of us went to the Waterford Hills racetrack near Detroit, where I competed in a "celebrity'' race in a Volkswagen Rabbit GTI. I won on the last lap in a classic set-up-outside-and-dart-inside move-a beautiful thing.
Just yesterday, Jake the toddler was at the Indy infield playing with kids of drivers and team members in a room tucked under the front-straight grandstands.
Source: HighBeam Research, Cars Mark Our Lives.(Column)