Yesterday, Man & I checked off another little box on our Brussels Escape Plan. This time the little tick mark went in front of Ship the Pilot. Now both of our vehicles are en route to Baltimore & we are driving a rental car for the next week.
This particular rental is a sporty silver BMW. No, it's not that kind of BMW. This one is a manual transmission with cloth seats. But, it's still cute, new and it is a BMW. Even better, it's small enough that we can park it anywhere we want. And, still be able to get out of the car.
Laze-E took a little spin in the car last night while I was ferrying her over to TGirl's haus for yet another sleepover. She was totally checking the car out, imagining herself in the driver's seat, I'm sure. She liked the size, the color & after turning on the radio, deemed the sound system not bad. The über-impressive push button ignition sealed the deal. She wants this car.
Sure thing, Sunshine. Your BMW wish is my command.
While I was ignoring the fact that my 13 year old is planning for her first car to be a new BMW, I did make one comment.
Yeah, those German's sure know how to make a car, don't they?
Her response (and I type with shaky unbelieving fingers . . . )
BMW is German?!
Yeah, SweetPea, it stands for Bavarian Motor Works. Or Bayern Motor Werks to be more specific. You know, Bavaria/Bayern. We lived there.
Twice.
Yes, my friends, this is just more proof that I'm going to have to drag that girl back to Deutschland for another assignment. By that time, she might be (technically) old enough to drive. And, we will certainly buy her a cute little BMW.
Hooptie.
Circa 1992.
Not Autobahn compatible.
Offer void where prohibited by law. Not valid in Alaska or Hawaii. While supplies last.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Riding in Style
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