At the honking, Kyle had to resist the urge to whip his head around and yell, 'That's what your mother said last night, Trebek!' It was fortunate for him that he did, because. . . oh. Hey. That was his ride doing the honking. Probably for the best that he didn't call out something such as that.
"Damieeeee--holy hell, dude. Nice riiiiide." As he pranced over, his eyes scanned the car with a fair bit of envy. While he'd known some friends with rather massive luxury vehicle collections, he'd never really had any himself. It was really for the better, as much as he hated to admit it. He was good at driving. . . so long as someone was there to keep his lead foot from getting him in trouble.
Once he realized he was staring (and he knew from past experience that the grins he used to hide his jealousy were a bit transparent at times), he was quick to hop in the passenger's seat. "It's awesome to meet you in person! So, how long have you been here, again?"