Saturday. A momentous day in it’s own right. But also new car day.
I may have woken up chuckling to myself as “you get a car. you get a car. EVERYBODY GETS A NEW CAR!” rang through my head (Oh, Oprah).
You guuuuys! It doesn’t sound like a mix of a 747 and space shuttle about to take flight. Nothing is rusty. The brakes don’t grind or squeak. Instead, there is a panoramic sunroof, XM Radio, and a cooled glove box (right!?). And lots of other great safety features. Most likely. I glazed over those in favour of all the cool free stuff included. Did I mention cooled glove box…I have the option to keep a beverage cool. Props, Koreans.
So, um, who wants to go tailgating?
ps: Yes it’s a hatchback. No, I don’t want to help you move or pick up stuff on a Saturday at Ikea.
pps: Ain’t she a cutie. She needs a name. Unlike the “everybody gets a new car” scene that played out in my head, she will not be named Oprah. Obviously, my first thought was “greased lightning”, but that’s a little long and ripe with sexual innuendo, and I don’t want to blush (hardcore) every time I think about my car.