It’s a Guy Thing…
My wife had just gone down for a nap, and so what else would a guy with some extra time on his hands do? I snagged the Chevy Camaro for a loop around the city…..DUDE! That is the slickest car I’ve driven in a while!
Right when I slid into the form-fitting seats, the car spoke to me, “Drive me and be hip, my friend!” Man, the console looked like a race car or spaceship or something. Everything was easily within my reach, steering wheel felt like a glove, the gearshift knob just like a high-end Italian sports car’s, and it was like I was sneaking something out of my dad’s “don’t go in there” part of the garage.
Cockpit, er, I mean the dash at night.
Everybody around Winter Park, College Park and the Starbucks where I was cruising looked at me like I was celebrity or something. They even asked me questions. Instead of saying, “Borrowing it from my wife” and looking nerdy, I had to put on my best B.S. and sound like I had owned the Camaro for a while. Boy, I was laying it on thicker than I have in a while!
One guy even wanted to see the engine…kid you not! So I had to figure out how to open the hood…tick, tick. Oh here it is. …He was all serious asking questions, blah, blah, and I was like “Yep, and uh, yes,” and “That’s good,” etc, etc. Turns out he had an older model Camaro and was looking to get another one. I told him to sit in the driver’s seat, check it out, rev the engine…I think I sold him. (Seriously!)
The engine.
We ended up talking about NASCAR and the Chevy dominance in CUP RACING over a tall cup of bold Sumatra….That went quickly; I guess time flies when you are “bench racing!”
Anyway, my fun afternoon was spent living the “cool factor” and looking even better in the Metallic Orange Camaro my wife has. What a life! But, like all good things, it had to come to an end, which included me walking in the house to a slightly peeved wife. My punishment? I had to be the one to blog this time around…not that she doesn’t love blogging, but she thought this might teach me a lesson! (Fat chance! I’m already planning an early morning escape with my surfboard to the beach!)
By the way, just why does she get these cool car gigs? What about me? I am the car guy… geez!
So, fellows, I know this is a “Girls Getaway” blog, but do yourself a favor: Get some cool factor, get a Camaro.
And, ladies, who wonder why I want to keep stealing my wife’s car, it’s a guy thing…you wouldn’t understand.
