THE WORST
It was a "you boob" stunt worthy of YouTube.
We ran out of gas in a scorching orange Volkswagen GTI (Fahrenheit edition) on the QEW, near St. Catharines.
As we spurted along in the passing lane, the car suddenly lost power. We had just enough juice to ease over to the right shoulder.
We pondered the dim, very dim fuel indicator – make that refuel light – on the instrument panel.
I remembered the words of the instructor at BMW driving school: "The most dangerous place you can stop is at the side of the highway."
We jumped over the guardrail, called CAA and shot the sorry scene with a camera phone as we waited for rescue.
It was a dumb and dangerous mistake, but the fuel gauge is perhaps a little too discreet in the GTI?
THE BEST
I was lucky enough to have the Audi R8 to myself for three days.
I'll never forget driving down a residential street in Hamilton as a wedding party stood photographing a bride on a beautiful fall day.
When they saw the R8, the amateur paparazzi abandoned the bride and rushed down the sidewalk to shoot the exotic Audi two-seater.
Another warm memory:
I drove the elegant Jaguar XKR through a ritzy golf course and a guy on the tee box stopped in mid-swing just like Tiger Woods when he saw and heard the cool beauty cruise by.