Sunday, October 16, 2005
honey, i take it all back
for over a year i have been ragging my man about his car. it's a real boy car. it's bright, big and has turbo. it takes off so fast, and makes a different noise to my rav. and it's got a spoiler. i hate spoilers. it's impractical for a family which we are becoming - the three kids squish in the back and bicker.
a couple of weeks ago, i drove it for the first time.
i'd been calling it the beast, in a slightly derisory way, but you know that way when there's something more to it?
that something more was envy i think. turbo envy.
this is what happened the first time i drove it:
my thoughts: ok, so i've gotta move the seat forward, well he is tall. my man. ok, so there we go, key goes in there, start her up, okay, just like my car. adjust the rear view mirror. i'm glad it's an auto, if it was manual i'd be dangerous, i have never really told him i used to like to drive really fast, what do you mean never really, you mean never.
well it does sound a bit louder, all right i'm turning right here, oh yeah, this is comfortable, and i feel so powerful, i can feel it... what happens when i press the accelerator just a little more, omigod feel THAT!! and what's that POPPING NOISE??!! is that the TURBO??? let me get onto dandenong road, i'll be able to go 70 there, i wish i could take it on the hume, this baby would FLY. oh wow, it's a low ride but i'm feeling really STRONG and ALIVE
it's exhilarating, to have this POWER, this SPEED. what a RUSH
[melbourne girl pulls up at the lights, face flushed]
[tradesman in car next to her whistles at her through the open window]
[light turns green, melbourne girl drags him off, laughing with joy]
do you have a need for speed? (and i don't mean pharmaceutically speaking)
DISCLAIMER - PARTS OF THIS STORY ARE UNTRUE. ESPECIALLY THE BIT ABOUT THE TRADESMAN, WHISTLE AND DRAGGING OFF.