Cars are far more important to guys than girls. For women it's just a means of transportation. But men enter into a long-lasting relationship with their car. They take extra pride in keeping them clean, they nurse them back to health when they're sick... they buy nice things for them, like brush guards, chrome wheels and subwoofers. We do the same thing with riding mowers, only to a lesser degree. It's really kind of sweet.
So, today is kind of like a break-up. We both knew it was coming, but that doesn't make it easier. We'll hug one last time at the dealership, I'll give the bumper one last "damn, you're sexy" smack... and walk away. It's for the best... right? We're just too different.
And this time, I won't just jump into another relationship right away. No, this time I'm going to wait a while. I need my space. I need time to think.
"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world... she had to walk into mine."
*325 hp, 330 lb-ft of torque, 4.4-L, 32-valve, DOHC V8... 0-60 in 4.6 seconds... sniff sniff...
4 comments:
Is the Beamer's name Betsy? Really? How come you never told me that? We called the car my mom had when I was a kid (a little red Ford Escort) "Betsy." That's kind of weird.
I hate cars. I hate car shopping. THey get me from here to there and generally tend to piss me off.
Car Admiration is TOTALLY a boy thing!
Bye bye Betsy!
Funny, we had a blue ford Escort that we ended up selling to a friend, and she named it Betsy. Must be a popular car name! Of course, next year, every other car will be named Allison or Peyton...
Enjoy the new one!
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