It's bad...real bad....to open your garage door and smile at your car. Worse...to whip out a rag and wipe a bit o'dust that has dared collect on your dash board....but that's what I'm doing with my new baby.
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I got her on Friday (and yes...it's a she....I had a male car once....a big strapping white Suburban which I visualized as a white stallion. We galloped down thousands of miles of interstate highways together and I was quite attached to it.....of course that was pre-gas hike....let's just say he was put out to stud a couple of years ago.)
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I had been test driving cars for a week....and wasn't happy...and then I looked at this Mazda Miata X5 .....it seemed a little small... I had reservations about a two seater.....but I turned the key and she said, "Vroom."
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"Did you hear that?" I asked my bemused hub.
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"Hear what?"
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"Listen."
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"Vroom vroom."
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That was it. Everyone knows a blond needs a car that goes Vroom...especially Vroom Vroom.
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The men folks will now have two cars to meet their work and school obligations. I won't have to share a car anymore with them......won't have to gaze at dead withered french fries on the passenger floor, cups of stale soda and all kinds of male debris from road eating and transporting.
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I also won't have the pleasure of turning on the music and finding Satan howling at me through my car speakers. Trust me... if Satan howled....he would sound just like a couple of heavy metal bands my son favors.
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Which reminds me.....I'm going to collect my Cd's and put them in the car.....chic music...lots and lots of chic music.
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Vroom vroom.
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