Ladies, I have heard the complaints that men sometimes love their cars more than they love you. That belief is totally true. I shall explain.
My car is a '92 Saturn SL2 Twin-Cam (American Model)
Many insults have been thrown the way of my car, usually due to the lack of steel used to construct the car. If one of these ass clowns actually drove the car, they would quickly change their minds about the quality of car.
My car has 123,000 Miles which is roughly 197,000 Kms.
So this car is no spring chicken. Its been around the block a few times you can be sure. I'm not going to pretend like there haven't been issues with the motor, but with all those fixed and almost 600 dollars worth of quality tires put on, my car is now my dream girl.
For the last two weeks or so, my car has been more fuel efficient than at any point in the previous three years. A 40L tank will regularly get me over 550 Km's. Lately averaging even more than that. All with a mere cost of 26 dollars per fill.
Tonight though.... my Saturn proved why any thoughts of getting rid of it will not be a reality any time soon.
I drove to Grimm's place, and on the 401 I was ducking and diving between cars with perfect control and response from the engine when needed. After picking him up we made a quick stop at the gas station. I left the car running and cleaned the windshield. I realized that I couldn't even hear the motor going. That was the second 'man I love my car' incident of the night.
Then I drop Grimm off at home and take the usual route of the Gardiner to the 427 to the 401 to the 400 (damn that's a lot of highway driving). My car was driving so smooth that even at 130 - 150 Km/h the steering wheel was perfectly still with no shaking and I still couldn't hear the motor going. The ringing of my ears may have helped shield the noise a bit, but I couldn't believe how smooth of a drive I had on the way home.
So see ladies... look how much I just talked about my car with a hell of a lot more to say, but I forced myself to stop.
There's no way I could get rid of this car now.
After washing it, I'll look out the window at it and smile cuz it looks so damn good. That is what you call love.
Now if a woman could drive me 550km for only 26 dollars and be all smooth and comfortable like my car is....
nah.... that'll never happen
My car is a '92 Saturn SL2 Twin-Cam (American Model)
Many insults have been thrown the way of my car, usually due to the lack of steel used to construct the car. If one of these ass clowns actually drove the car, they would quickly change their minds about the quality of car.
My car has 123,000 Miles which is roughly 197,000 Kms.
So this car is no spring chicken. Its been around the block a few times you can be sure. I'm not going to pretend like there haven't been issues with the motor, but with all those fixed and almost 600 dollars worth of quality tires put on, my car is now my dream girl.
For the last two weeks or so, my car has been more fuel efficient than at any point in the previous three years. A 40L tank will regularly get me over 550 Km's. Lately averaging even more than that. All with a mere cost of 26 dollars per fill.
Tonight though.... my Saturn proved why any thoughts of getting rid of it will not be a reality any time soon.
I drove to Grimm's place, and on the 401 I was ducking and diving between cars with perfect control and response from the engine when needed. After picking him up we made a quick stop at the gas station. I left the car running and cleaned the windshield. I realized that I couldn't even hear the motor going. That was the second 'man I love my car' incident of the night.
Then I drop Grimm off at home and take the usual route of the Gardiner to the 427 to the 401 to the 400 (damn that's a lot of highway driving). My car was driving so smooth that even at 130 - 150 Km/h the steering wheel was perfectly still with no shaking and I still couldn't hear the motor going. The ringing of my ears may have helped shield the noise a bit, but I couldn't believe how smooth of a drive I had on the way home.
So see ladies... look how much I just talked about my car with a hell of a lot more to say, but I forced myself to stop.
There's no way I could get rid of this car now.
After washing it, I'll look out the window at it and smile cuz it looks so damn good. That is what you call love.
Now if a woman could drive me 550km for only 26 dollars and be all smooth and comfortable like my car is....
nah.... that'll never happen