Thursday, April 22, 2010

HOLY SHIT DO I MISS DRIVING

One of the perks of sitting on Ex-Roomie's cats/cat sitting, is use of her sweet ride. It's fairly modest, a little black Hyundai sedan, but on the right day, at the right time, it's such a fun ride. Today was that day and I "celebrated" by rocking De La Soul's "The Grind Date" at maximum volume.

All I needed to do was to run a few errands around the 'hood, but I kept taking the long way around, just to prolong removing the key from the ignition. And it got me thinking...I need to work even fucking harder than I have been, so I can afford my dream-ish ride, which is a 1998-ish Volvo 850 Turbo wagon. Specifically in black. Like this example...


Picasso had his canvases...this is mine (one day). I'd murder that bitch out, dump it down an inch or too, stick some sweet 20" rims on it and tear ass all over the North Side of Chicago like I was the son of an alderman. It would have a 5-speed manual transmission, the better to redefine the concept of "drove it like you stole it". For now, spandex laden asshole bikers are safe.

PS - I would accept a Lotus Elise as a substitute (my birthday is only 5 months away!).

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

My sister has that exact car and it's so lovely and square shaped. And if you back into something you can be sure that it's not the car that will be damaged.

Dean Grey said...

Why do I think of soccer moms when I see this?

-Dean

JUSTIN said...

Because I am one?

dan said...

you and cars. well today i had some students talking about a 98 chev 1500 he was going to "drop" etc etc. and the other guy going on about his 67 ford Mustang. now the Mustang is MY DREAM for realz.
later

GFunkDave said...

I thought you wanted a Bronco (or was it a Jimmy?)

C said...

"like I was the son of an alderman." Fucking brilliant.