I really, really miss my old cars. Two days ago I got a letter from the dmv to sign because the girl I sold my maverick to lost her pink slip, blah blah blah....
I haven't signed it yet, and don't know if I will but that's besides the point. The point is: I miss my cars.
Don't tell her, but I've been really tempted to ask someone I know if I can rent her Super Beetle for the summer cuz driving around in a bland Jeep Grand Cherokee, guzzling gas on leather seats just doesn't feel right.
As an ex-Escort driver, I'm used to no A/C, 3 tone paint jobs, and broken everything. There are 2 things wrong with my Jeep that are funny to me, and make me like him/her a little bit: He/She makes a farty noise everytime I lock it, and a piece of the panel that surrounds the driver's window is falling off. BORING... I know.
It's just not the same. I miss cars whose transmission slips. I miss being lower to the ground, and feeling like you are actually going fast when you are only going 35. I miss having lame stickers and buttons all over the car. I miss chrome. I miss plastic. I miss Reuben. I miss Leroy, I miss Dugan, and I miss the Chinook.
All this talking about my old wheels makes me feel kind of bad for the Jeep though. Maybe if I gave him or her a name, I might feel some sort of attachment?
Any suggestions?
It's my dream to soon have a Toyota Corona, Corolla, or Pick-Up circa 1979-1984, and hopefully that dream will come true soon, but as for now, I'll just have to cruise the streets in the Air Conditioned Cherokee and just keep on smiling at those old mexican guys driving those chunty Toyotas that I wish were mine. Hmmmm.
