heidit Posted February 4, 2008 Share Posted February 4, 2008 (edited) I am sitting here in Vegas today, it's cool, it's wet, and the first match of the season was cancelled, so to cheer myself up I thought I'd post something funny from my blog...Summer 2007 Ya know I understand my husbands need to have a sports car. Everyone knows he bought a 1990 ZR1 Corvette prior to his cancer/kidney surgery. I supported the idea, even encouraged him to spend double his original estimate, and smiled kindly when he actually spent over triple the amount on a car he purchased on ebay, sight unseen, that only needed a "bit" of work. I only made a small eyebrow lift when he returned in a record 6 hours from New Mexico to Las Vegas with the car. Someone get a pilots license? I now get to go 90 mph to the In & Out Burger two blocks from our house. Must we "clean out the motor" every time we start the engine? I understand need to have the wind blowing in his graying hair as he aimlessly chases the last vestiges of his long spent youth. The call of the open road, driving as fast as you dare, or can afford.... But good LORD do I really have to ride in a car that is 900 degrees? First, we must ride with the windows down. Hello, it's Vegas, in August!! The windows are not tinted, (no one could see the cool person driving the car). So why do they need to be down? Today it is a plesant 106 in Las Vegas. The only thing that kept my hair from spontaneously combusting under the removable glass roof was the rare 60% humidity. Grant it, it was a short ride to the store, but between the wind and the moisture, my hair pretty much looked like it had been combed with an egg beater when we reached our destination 4 blocks away. Imagine the surprise on my face when I find out, the groceries must be in my lap on the way back. One of the little things that needs to be fixed... the hatch no longer pops up. So after I lay down on the ground and roll into the car... I pile the refreshing cool milk and frozen food in my lap hoping for some comfort from the black interior leather seats that have seared my butt cheeks with 3rd degree burns. So my husband took pity on me and rolled up the windows, and turned on the air.... did I say air? My Grandma made a bigger breeze passing gas! Who knew a simple trip to the store could be so complicated? When I arrived home I had asphalt embedded in my knees from getting in/out of the car, Gilda Radnor styled hair think "Roseanna Roseanna Danna", sweat from the milk jug rolling down my thigh, and groceries on my lap. I must say owning a sports car again makes me feel so young and sexy. I'm so glad we have a Corvette, it's going to be so much fun!!! Edited February 4, 2008 by heidit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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