The Call of a Car
OK, I am not at all a car person. I would be as happy as a clam not even owning an automobile, so that should tell you something. If someone would ask me to describe a certain car, my answer would be along the lines of “a small blue one”, and on a really astute day, I may even notice if it was a dirty or clean, but that’s about it, really.
Well, yesterday, as I parked my red Toyota Camry, something caught my eye. A car called to me! I peered inside, hoping the owner wasn’t on their way over. Now, I hesitate describing any vehicle as “cute”, but cute it was. It was a bright yellow, Mini-Cooper convertible.
Now I know what the fuss is about, and why people fall in love with a car, naming it, buying it vanity plates, and washing it every weekend. I could see myself naming this car “Minnie” and pampering her. But there appears to be problems getting Mini-Cooper suspension components from Britain. I’ll give them a few years to fix this…It will take me that long to learn to drive a stick shift and to decide if Minnie should have the Mini-Cooper racing stripes.
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I’m not a car person either.
I wasnt a car person either, until the day I sat in a mini cooper. Oh my gosh, after that day I have longed for one sooo much! – cant believe they want an extra 2000 to fix a sat nav in one though!