"Take good care of my...bay-bee"
I’ve decided to embark on an exciting new career. Though I might not be completely qualified, recent developments have given me the inspiration to go for it. I mean, if Charlie Weis can become the greatest coach in college football history despite never having played college football and Harriet Miers can almost become a Supreme Court justice without ever having actually argued in a court of law, there’s no reason why I can’t be a NASCAR driver. After all, I have driven a muscle car for the past eight years.
The idea came to me during my drive home from selling the Miata. Yes, that sound you hear is my heart breaking. It seems like just yesterday that I made the impulse purchase on a cold, sleeting day in South Bend; the automotive equivalent of Jimmy Buffett singing, “I gotta fly to Saint Somewhere.” I’ll never forget the stares of envy Michael Flynn and I got while cruising to buy beer with the top down – parkas, hats and gloves on, heat cranked. But I hadn’t treated my baby very well since moving to LA, where some narrow minded folk deem Miatas to be too macho. So she sat sad and lonely, collecting dust and rust like it was her j-o-b. Insult to injury, the neighborhood cats turned her into a feline four-plex.
So I decided to do the right thing and send her to a farm where she could run and play to her heart’s content (check out www.gaycarranch.com). I listed her on eBay and got more dough than I expected, though the guy haggled me down a couple of hundred due to some “bubbling” of paint on the hood. I felt like a mother being told by a modeling scout that her daughter’s acne was a deal breaker. The buyer, Russ, brought his son, Ross, a senior in high school (good thing they didn’t have any more boys). Ross got on his cell phone and excitedly told the person on the other end, “It’s a really cool color.” Uh, that’d be “Montego Blue,” named after the deep shades of the famous Jamaican Bay. I asked him, “Is your dad buying this for you?” Ross shook his head.
“It’s for my sister.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, seeing that it’s the 21st century. Women drive pick-up trucks and Hummers; it was only a matter of time till they got around to Miatas.
The idea came to me during my drive home from selling the Miata. Yes, that sound you hear is my heart breaking. It seems like just yesterday that I made the impulse purchase on a cold, sleeting day in South Bend; the automotive equivalent of Jimmy Buffett singing, “I gotta fly to Saint Somewhere.” I’ll never forget the stares of envy Michael Flynn and I got while cruising to buy beer with the top down – parkas, hats and gloves on, heat cranked. But I hadn’t treated my baby very well since moving to LA, where some narrow minded folk deem Miatas to be too macho. So she sat sad and lonely, collecting dust and rust like it was her j-o-b. Insult to injury, the neighborhood cats turned her into a feline four-plex.
So I decided to do the right thing and send her to a farm where she could run and play to her heart’s content (check out www.gaycarranch.com). I listed her on eBay and got more dough than I expected, though the guy haggled me down a couple of hundred due to some “bubbling” of paint on the hood. I felt like a mother being told by a modeling scout that her daughter’s acne was a deal breaker. The buyer, Russ, brought his son, Ross, a senior in high school (good thing they didn’t have any more boys). Ross got on his cell phone and excitedly told the person on the other end, “It’s a really cool color.” Uh, that’d be “Montego Blue,” named after the deep shades of the famous Jamaican Bay. I asked him, “Is your dad buying this for you?” Ross shook his head.
“It’s for my sister.”
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, seeing that it’s the 21st century. Women drive pick-up trucks and Hummers; it was only a matter of time till they got around to Miatas.
posted by Jamo at 9:56 AM
2 Comments:
Only if it comes with the flower pot on the dashboard.
Other than the 'you're an idiot' stares, we got one comment while buying the beer.."New car, huh?" Also, the only reason Jamie's pissed about the $200 for bubbled paint is because he might of paid a bit too much for that baby. The negotiation for the car went like this.."The sticker price is $17,500, bu-" "I'LL TAKE IT! I'LL TAKE IT!"
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