Come On Baby Let's Get Away
The stars, delivery truck schedules, and credit scores all aligned, and we are now the proud parents of a 2006 Dark Shadow Gray Ford Escape Hybrid which may or may not be called Lamont or Lola. Lamont because the 1930s pulp serial storybook/movie character "The Shadow" had an alias of playboy Lamont Cranston, and Lola because the Navigation System has a female voice that...uh...guides us over bridge..idas.
I'm taller than an SUV!
It is SUCH a cool car. Leather interior, heated seats, six-CD changer, two standard cigarette lighter socket-like power adapter thingies and one house-like 115v plug receptacle thingy, sunroof (it's only rained in our car twice, having forgotten it was open), sensors in the rear bumper that let the driver know if something is behind us, GPS, and of course the hybridiness of it all, which as a concept just never gets old. Although it frustrates the less patient in the household, being able to slowly drive from 0 to 35 mph on just battery power is fun, challenging, and rewarding in these days of $40 fillups.
I left it in Virginia for Ainsley to play with for a while (she drives it alternately with her Subaru, since she doesn't want it to "feel lonely"), giving me just a few more weeks with my Thunderbird, which, after just a couple days in the Escape (though not a big SUV by any means), felt like driving a go-cart, so wide and low to the ground.
Of course, falling in love with an "Escape" makes perfect sense, since for most of 1989 I couldn't look at Janet Jackson's "Escapade" video without thinking about Ainsley.
All smiley and sexy lips and cute cheeks, you understand.
I had trouble paying attention in college.
I'm taller than an SUV!
It is SUCH a cool car. Leather interior, heated seats, six-CD changer, two standard cigarette lighter socket-like power adapter thingies and one house-like 115v plug receptacle thingy, sunroof (it's only rained in our car twice, having forgotten it was open), sensors in the rear bumper that let the driver know if something is behind us, GPS, and of course the hybridiness of it all, which as a concept just never gets old. Although it frustrates the less patient in the household, being able to slowly drive from 0 to 35 mph on just battery power is fun, challenging, and rewarding in these days of $40 fillups.
I left it in Virginia for Ainsley to play with for a while (she drives it alternately with her Subaru, since she doesn't want it to "feel lonely"), giving me just a few more weeks with my Thunderbird, which, after just a couple days in the Escape (though not a big SUV by any means), felt like driving a go-cart, so wide and low to the ground.
Of course, falling in love with an "Escape" makes perfect sense, since for most of 1989 I couldn't look at Janet Jackson's "Escapade" video without thinking about Ainsley.
All smiley and sexy lips and cute cheeks, you understand.
I had trouble paying attention in college.
posted by Dan at 6:02 PM
2 Comments:
Um, weren't you married to me in 1989? You cheating bastard!
I was not married to anonymous. I was wedded on paper to someone I didn't know how to date very well, although Melissa's credentials as a Minister of Justice are certainly impeachable.
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