As I drove home from las vegas tonight, listening to my ipod (because the radio doesn't work) and holding onto my 44 oz dr. pepper as it teetered in it's 1 inch deep cup holder, I did some thinking.
I pulled over to pop the hood so that I could tap the small box that magically turns the heat on. For the rest of the trip I simply rolled the windows down when I got too hot, knowing that if you try to turn the heat down it turns off and then you have to pull over again to pop the hood.
With the windows down I occasionally catch the scent of burnt carpet and instinctively look back to make sure that the car isn't on fire, again.
As I go up a hill my heart skips a beat when the "check gauges" light comes on and the temperature gauge jumps up to inform me that the car is overheating...but is it? Nah, as I go downhill the light flickers and fades.
Throughout the drive I enjoy a good game of "pot hole, railroad track, or small pebble" about every 30 seconds as the car sharply jostles. The blazer likes making it hard to tell the difference between a michigan pot hole and the smallest piece of a rock.
Exiting the freeway I struggle to decipher how fast I'm going. Anything under 40 mph is a mystery with only half of the dashboard lit.
My ride's been exciting, but think of what it could have been like if I was in the passenger seat, which no longer locks into place, so every stop and acceleration shoots the rider forward and slams you back!
Those of you who drive lolas and BMW's have no idea what you're missing!
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These experiences will be great stories to tell your children.... should you live that long....
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