The Italian Job
Last night some friends paid a visit to Casa del Armenia to drop off a gift for the new arrival. The friends are headed to the left coast for a conference in SanFran and aren't going to be able to make the nasty little soiree that will be the couples baby shower this Friday eve.
As I was coming up the stairs from my lair (where I secretly plot to control the universe) I heard my wife exclaim, "Hey, they got a new car!" I flicked on the outside lights and went outside. There, in front of the house were my friends extricating themselves from a Mini Cooper.
When I first saw a Mini (before the Italian Job...the remake, not the original film) my initial reaction was that they were this small European auto driven by people who wanted act like they were living in Europe. Most likely in the outskirts of Paris, France.
But, as my friend told me more about the car, showed me how it was designed, and, especially after he took me for a ride in it, I suddenly wanted to own one. I felt a mid-life crisis coming on.
He bought the car for his wife, but he drives it more than she does, I suspect. And, they tricked it out with most of the options. This was one of the ragtop models, with heated seats, and the tres chic European styling that is slick. And yes, it made me feel like I was flying through narrow streets of Tuscany or in Pisa by the Campa dei Miracoli with the Leaning Tower in my rear view, my hair (or lack of) blowing in the warm summer breeze coming off the Tyrrhenian Sea.
It was the turbo model, too, which was VERY apparent when he pulled out on the main road and went from 0 to 60 in about 4 seconds. Then, suddenly, I was in the Italian Job, helping Marky Mark thwart the bad guys.
All of this in about a 5 minute ride. Just think of what it would be like to own one!
After the ride was over and our guests left for the evening, I rambled on about the car to my wife for about another 20 minutes. I think she was just humoring me, but she did say that if I was going to go get one, to let her know so that she could go with me to pick out the color.
Yes, we have a baby on the way. Is this practical? No, not really. But, man, it sure was a fun ride. Maybe when my mid-life crisis really hits, it's the Mini I'll go for and not the Corvette, like I have always planned.
-la
Update: My beautiful wife pointed out that I misspelled soiree, so I had to make that correction. My apologies to those with RSS readers.
As I was coming up the stairs from my lair (where I secretly plot to control the universe) I heard my wife exclaim, "Hey, they got a new car!" I flicked on the outside lights and went outside. There, in front of the house were my friends extricating themselves from a Mini Cooper.
When I first saw a Mini (before the Italian Job...the remake, not the original film) my initial reaction was that they were this small European auto driven by people who wanted act like they were living in Europe. Most likely in the outskirts of Paris, France.
But, as my friend told me more about the car, showed me how it was designed, and, especially after he took me for a ride in it, I suddenly wanted to own one. I felt a mid-life crisis coming on.
He bought the car for his wife, but he drives it more than she does, I suspect. And, they tricked it out with most of the options. This was one of the ragtop models, with heated seats, and the tres chic European styling that is slick. And yes, it made me feel like I was flying through narrow streets of Tuscany or in Pisa by the Campa dei Miracoli with the Leaning Tower in my rear view, my hair (or lack of) blowing in the warm summer breeze coming off the Tyrrhenian Sea.
It was the turbo model, too, which was VERY apparent when he pulled out on the main road and went from 0 to 60 in about 4 seconds. Then, suddenly, I was in the Italian Job, helping Marky Mark thwart the bad guys.
All of this in about a 5 minute ride. Just think of what it would be like to own one!
After the ride was over and our guests left for the evening, I rambled on about the car to my wife for about another 20 minutes. I think she was just humoring me, but she did say that if I was going to go get one, to let her know so that she could go with me to pick out the color.
Yes, we have a baby on the way. Is this practical? No, not really. But, man, it sure was a fun ride. Maybe when my mid-life crisis really hits, it's the Mini I'll go for and not the Corvette, like I have always planned.
-la
Update: My beautiful wife pointed out that I misspelled soiree, so I had to make that correction. My apologies to those with RSS readers.
posted by Lex Armenia at 8:25 AM
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