I tried to add musical notes to that opening line…but once again the limitations of this program defeat me. Which is the reason I don’t have a constant pix on the blog page…as I would like. Nor a way to add ‘tags’ successfully…although I just assumed it was my ignorance…but I’m pretty good at figuring out shit things. Ever since the undo and back button were invented I’m quite bold with computer programs.
See my baby! Ya gotta scroll a little down. I’m told I need to name, her. I secretly call her The Slut. Because she’s sexy and I feel sexy driving her. After all…sex is good for you, it relieves stress. So we shouldn’t call them sluts or whores we should call them Health Nuts!
I…am…a…health nut!
I love driving The Slut more than when I owned a Mustang convertible. Because contrary to popular belief a convertible isn’t as much fun as it seems. TOTALLY messes with your hair and people will slash the canvas top to steal the radio…even if it’s out of the car! Canvas. tops. are. expensive.
The first car I ever owned was an Escort and it was small and cute and white. I enjoyed zipping around in it. Then I bought the convertible, again white and it was enjoyable until I blew out the engine, had it rebuilt and the thing was a Pig after that. Just a bitch to drive.
My next car I adored. It was a 94 Prelude, red and she was just the sexiest most fun car ever! Her dashboard looked like something out of a space ship…it went all the way across with instrumentation…straight into the passenger side. I owned her for 6 months before she was stolen. Sob.
When I trashed the van I’d been driving I wanted to buy a 94 Prelude, recreate my lost dream and I even found some in cherry condition in my price range. But no, everyone was aghast I would buy something so old with so many miles on it. I mourned the massive disappointment of finding what I wanted and being denied. But I got over it by swearing that when I get the money from the sale of my first book…half of it was going to be spent on WHATEVER I wanted. No matter how frivolous.
My next car was purchased after I got married. A white truck. Hell, I was in Texas and trying to be a good wife to my new husband…he loved trucks. I drove that until the birth of the second child when we realized there was no place to put this baby in my truck. And a used Accord, midnight blue was my little Mom vehicle for about 6 years.
Then my Town & County. I really like my van. ALL the seats folded down into spaces so at a moments notice I could seat 7 or haul 5 full sized mattresses. I envisioned passing it on the boys when they were teens! Instead I smashed into a guy and the insurance company declared it totalled. I miss my bumper sticker the most.
I think I fell in love with the color of The Slut first. I love a red car. What does it say about me. It says…Hi, sexy female, here. When a guy wants to say Hi he’s sexy…he’ll buy a black car. Red is for the women.
But The Slut is just plain fun to drive. She zips around. She can fit in ANY parking spot. When I sit in her my feet touch the floor easily not just because her seat adjusts up and down not just back and forth. She’s wonderful on my posture and her CD changer lets me feed 6 CDs in.
Oh, and let’s face it together we are sooo hot on the road. Now if I can just remember NOT to speed too much!