I am thinking that the car manufactures of the world have had some big meeting in the last few years … and no … I’m not talking about the one that they drove to in Washington DC. The meeting and consensus was on the color and style of cars they decided to put on the market in the last 4-5 years.
I’d like to know what the difference is really between one SUV and another…have you test driven any of these…they are all so similar.
Tonight I stood in yet another car lot with a really nice sales guy and we looked down a row of…oh I don’t know 40 cars…all silver! I live in WI most of the year…guess what color our sky is here over ¼ of the year? If you said overcast and silverfish…you would be right! Why would anyone really want to blend in with the sky? Are we really that monochromatic?
I have always known that I am different and that I like different things. Heck the last house I owned…no off white paint anywhere in the entire house!
We live in a virtual colorless society. Off white walls, black or silver cars/SUV’s/Trucks (oh I should mention that there is still a smattering of Yo Police officer clock my speed Red) and food with so much preservative that you have to add spice to everything just to give it flavor.
I know…I’m being melodramatic. I’m just so annoyed. The guy who ran the stop sign and trashed my car…he got a ticket for blowing the stop sign…but no ticket for speeding…there is no way that he was only driving 25mph when he hit me. There were no skid marks or digs from his tires in the road…which means he never even attempted to slow down before he hit me. His truck? He can buff out the baby blue paint that was left on his bumper.
Okay one more major complaint dealing with this accident…I am so annoyed with people suggesting that I buy a ‘safe’ vehicle this time.
Look…I’m bruised and beat up because the seat belts pinned me into my seat. (Good thing in this case because I would have smacked my head on the car roof when the car landed after flying through the air like a lady bug on a warm sunny day.) If I had been in a SUV or any other larger vehicle…I would simply be DEAD.
Those little buggers hug tight to the road. SUV’s from my viewing experience do not make sharp turns quickly…they roll. I’m not even sure you can make a sharp turn with one of those – I guess I might find out considering there are no real interesting vehicles out there to choose from. When my eyes locked with the guy who decided that stop signs aren’t really valid…just a suggestion… I slammed on my gas petal, turned hard to the right and hoped that I could out maneuver him. I sort of did. He caught the back drivers side tail which spun my car back to the South. What really killed my car was hitting that culvert in the ditch and lofting the car like a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang car into the air. Landing a bugger isn’t that easy to do without taking out the majority of the under casement that protects the engine.
I went back to the scene of the crime this afternoon…there are pieces of my car all over the ditch line.
my bugger in happier days.Oh...the bras and shoes comment. I own lots of bras...why? Bras are like underwear that creep up when you least expect it. There are bras for dating, there are bras for comfort, there are bras that are supper tight so that when you are working out that the girls don't flop around...there are bras that make you feel sexy, and bras that you buy just for work...but finding all those bras is work and then they don't last very long or after you wear them so many times...they just don't work anymore.
Shoes ... if you have large feet you understand that comment. Just like the car companies some group of people who manufacture shoes decided that the only women who deserve cute, sexy, and comfortable shoes are tiny. Finding a pair of women's shoes that fit and I want to keep on my feet for more than an hour is like finding a needle in a hay sack and the needle you are looking for is green.
Thus cars, bras, and shoes all go in the same category...a pain in the _ _ _ to shop for.
Hummm...I think I should take my un-comfy bras and worn out shoes over to my car and bury them with it...then I can mourn all the money spent, repairs made, and good times had all together at once. Hummm.
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