As you can see, today I want to talk about cars.
Wait a minute. Wait just one minute.
Cars Karen? Really? We don’t want to talk about cars. That’s a guy thing. Let’s talk about shopping or something else more exciting.
Hold on, hold on. I see your point.
But what’s not to love about cars?
Did y’all not see that adorable Pixar movie?
Well, who was the star of the show?
That’s right. Cars.
And let’s just say it like it is girls. When you started dating your current boyfriend or husband, what kind of car was he driving?
I rest my case.
If you think about it, cars can say so much about who we are as a person or we wouldn’t take so much of our time pondering over what kind of car it is that we want to buy. What they look like and how fast they drive does have an influence on us and others whether we like it or not.
So then, what were they thinkin’ when they came out with this baby?
Do you remember this one? It’s an AMC Pacer, voted the ugliest car ever made. If you don’t, not to worry, it’s obvious you didn’t miss much.
I think not.
But what about the cars we drove around when we first started driving? What did they look like and what did they say about us? After all, most of us didn’t have much of a choice in the matter as we drove around in the family car.
After seeing that little number, I realized I really didn’t have it quite so bad.
You see, I think my Dad at the time was going through some kind of mid-life crises. He and my Mom had just come back from a trip. They had flown up to the San Francisco bay area and rented a car at the airport. They decided one afternoon to take a drive north across the Golden Gate bridge and cruise around the beautiful Redwoods along the Russian river. Apparently, the car they rented was loaded with plenty of spunk and style, and could really handle the curves. So on their return; they made the decision to purchase that same model at the local dealership.
It was a 1969 Dodge Charger.
Just so you know guys, I didn’t drive the RT model with a 440 magnum under the hood. Yet that 383 sure had plenty of attitude and zip.
But, the family car? Seriously?
Five people scrunched inside a two door? This certainly was not a well thought out idea. More like an emotional decision, which you have to know, was so not like my parents at all.
A mid-life crises? Ya think?
But hey, when it came time for this girl to get her driver’s license, I couldn’t be happier. Most days when I borrowed the car I had a blast. I could meet up with my friends. Drive to see a movie. Take a cruise along the beach. Race against all my guy friends. That’s right. And I had no problem keeping up with them. Ah yes, those were the days. It was awesome.
That was until I was told this…
Maybe you can drive my car…
If you go to the store…
If you take your sister to her violin lesson…
If you’ll pick up the dry cleaning…
If you go to the bank for me.
And this one was a real bummer.
If you take your brother and sister with you…
I know, boohoo. Life’s tough right? Yet, at the time, I would get really tweaked about it as I now became the family errand girl and chauffeur.
Maybe you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah!
So what do you think? What kind of car did your boyfriend or husband drive? Have any of you ever played that “Maybe You Can Drive My Car” game with your kids? What was the first car you ever drove? What is the name of the ugliest car you’ve ever seen?
Thank you everyone for dropping by and for all your wonderful comments!