Big White Box with Wheels
Posted on | July 12, 2004 at 10:07 pm | 3 Comments
Not a lot going on lately. Been spending a lot of my free time on cataloging the CD collection. That will change as The Jesuit is in town the next few weeks for his annual summer visit, so I look forward to spending time with him watching DVDs and catching up on his adventures.
The one interesting thing to happen to me lately is that I dropped my car off at the body shop today to get the hail damage repaired. I have to drive a rental car for three weeks. Since the insurance company is only paying $18/day, I ordered a compact car. So I was surprised when the rental company guy showed up with a 2003 Dodge Durango SUV. I guess they didn’t have any compacts left, so I got the SUV for the compact price. It’s really odd experiencing how the other half lives (drives). I don’t really like it so far – it just’s too big and unwieldy. And it doesn’t really have any more power than my little Acura. My younger sister drives one of these Durangos, and I’m not sure how she does it. Well, it does have lots of interior room for kids…
Though I may not like it much, it does give me a sense of power driving it (which I guess explains the popularity of such things). Ha ha, watch out you puny motorists in your tiny little toys! I’m ruling the road! Yee haa!
Latre.
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3 Responses to “Big White Box with Wheels”
July 15th, 2004 @ 5:42 am
Rog dear, I’ve been trying for two whole days to formulate a comment on your driving about in a white – white, for heaven’s sake – Dodge Durango. I haven’t slept. I’m off my feed. Would you please take it back and trade it in for a Buick Park Avenue or summat?
Say. Maybe they’ve got a Ford Focus in by now, God willing.
July 15th, 2004 @ 9:17 pm
Ah, Janet. I’m sorry but it’s too late for me. I’ve gone over to the dark side. I’m never giving the SUV back. It makes up for all the inadequacies in other parts of my life. Oh, how I pity the poor people (including the old me) driving their puny fuel conserving sleds while I tower above them like an Olympian God in my gas guzzling dynamo. I feel the power inside me, knowing I could crush them like a bug with not much more than a gentle nudge on the accelerator. My initial impressions of the FlassheMobile being underpowered were dead wrong – the engine is 4.7 Liters of V8 superpower, baby, and once I put pedal to the metal, there’s no stopping this bulldozer. Heck, I even flipped off someone who cut me off today, something I never did in the old tiny low-to-the-ground number. I’m ruling the road and I’m coming to your town, toots. Hide your daughters. Woo hoo!
July 16th, 2004 @ 7:09 am
Gosh. In that case, could you give me a ride to church?