I’m an excellent driver… def’nitely…
Jun 20th, 2006 by Peter
You always wanted a sports car, but your family gene made you choose a more boring BMW instead. Then one day, someone comes by with his new Fiat Coupe Turbo with 270bhp and lets you have a go. For 10 minutes you feel alive and far away from your family car. Endorphins are released and instantly manage you to muster a smile on your normally bitter looking face.
You accept that you made the wrong choice of car, but you don’t care. For the next 10 minutes, nothing can spoil your mood. Not even your lack of hair.
Then the car is abruptly taken away from you, and your BMW is suddenly very present again. You are a man in your prime with a family car but no family.
Well, at least there is wine. Wine understands you. Wine is your friend. Wine has the answers.. on the bottom there is hope.
As you place yourself in the car, an uncomfortable tightness is felt on your face. A smile.
You fingers tremble as you fumble with the keys.
Finally you take off and 10 minutes later you come back. Grinning all over the face. This is better than. well. wine.
As you shadow your eyes to see the car, you realize that it is moving away from you. The brief light at the end of the tunnel disappears. Time stops, and the only thing now moving is your dream car and it is going away from you. Reality hits you like a sledgehammer and the short lasting Joker-smile turns into your usual Uruk-Hai-frown. It is over. Happiness has gone, and you accept that you only own a BMW and the fact that that maybe, just maybe your hair will never grow back.
Beside the detail that I don’t even have a car, I felt exactly the same way myself, as I put the pedal to the medal 5 min earlier than this poor bloke.
Hehe … total SAW on Kojak :-)
Be nice. We all love Kojak.
I agree. Kojak loves Kojak too..
Must resist urge… must resist…..