Baby You Can’t Drive My…

Clean MachineHave you ever seen a car engine this clean?

Perhaps you have, but to me, it’s a kick to see the immaculate engine block of a Ford with only 5 miles on the clock, and know that for four years to come, I’ll be adding to those five miles. Five months after I ordered my new company car, the Ford dealer called that it was ready for me. Delays had so far included, among other things, running out of engines in the factory, and that in itself is sufficient reason to post proof on this blog that my new car does, in fact, have a means of propulsion.

The car has a whole range of nifty features I didn’t even know existed (like a rearview mirror that shades itself at night when there are bright headlights behind me), and I would say it corners like it’s on rails, if I thought rails existed that bent that tightly. Also, it has the coolest shade of metallic light blue, called ‘tonic’ for no reason I can determine.

I’m so happy I want to drive around the world, and I don’t mind in the least I’m showing myself off as the superficial materialist I apparently am…