Thursday, January 15, 2004
The other day on the freeway I saw a fella driving an Aston Martin Vanquish. It's one of those cars you only see in the movies and maybe doesn't even exist. Then there he is: Michael Knight driving K.I.T.T. Not that my car sucks, but my car doesn't have even an outside chance of having a rear-grill missile launcher.
Then yesterday I was behind a Toyota or a Honda or some other rice burner with a license plate frame that said somethin' like "I'm a spoiled princess." or some other adorable phrase cute Armenian girls have on their lincense plates. I looked in the driver's seat. Some bald guy with a trucker hat.
Somehow that put the whole driving experience in perspective.
Then yesterday I was behind a Toyota or a Honda or some other rice burner with a license plate frame that said somethin' like "I'm a spoiled princess." or some other adorable phrase cute Armenian girls have on their lincense plates. I looked in the driver's seat. Some bald guy with a trucker hat.
Somehow that put the whole driving experience in perspective.
