My brother once told me that guys like sexy cars because girls like sexy cars. I am fairly certain this is completely true. I am quite in love with sexy cars. There were two, count them, two car cruses in my area this past weekend. This has made me a very happy Farkas.
I’m absolutely, totally and completely in love with classic cars. I’ve never been very into cars as a whole. I can tell you what’s a Dodge, Ford or Chevy but beyond that I’m clueless unless I read the name on the back. But there’s just something about classic cars that catches my interest. You just know these cars must be awesome to still be running after forty or fifty years. I know these new cars are supposed to be all fancy and streamline and look all sleek and smooth and whatnot, but there is just something so much fancier about an old classic car with all the bells and whistles.
Kylie went to see Captain America before I did. Above almost anything else she stressed how amazing the Red Skull’s car was. And you know what? She was absolutely right. The Red Skull drives the sexiest car I have ever seen. It is absolutely beautiful, sleek black with silver trim and the most beautiful design. I don’t care how boring Red Skull was as a villain, he had a sexy car and that makes him fantastic in my book.
I think I’ve been thinking about this more and more recently due to the promise of my own car. It hasn’t happened yet, and I honestly kind of doubt it will happen any time soon. I’m not sure how I’m going to get to school, but we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it. Despite my doubts, I have been thinking more about cars than before, considering what kind of car I would actually want to drive. Since I obviously can’t afford a classic car I will have to settle with something. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need a small car. I don’t really care what it is or what it looks like as long as it’s small and it runs I should be okay.
It’s kind of funny how many cars for sale I actually see now that I’m looking for them. It’s even funnier how many appear around my house. None of them happen to be within our price range or anything, of course, or what we’re looking for. There was a pair of really ugly cars for sale on our road for a couple weeks, and a really pretty Mazda down by the intermediate school. None of which my father felt like buying me. One month to go before school starts. Maybe my teleporter will be working by then.
What I really miss is my brother’s first car. It was a little red Chevy and it was perfect. We nearly never had trouble with it save for some wonky windshield wipers that liked to misbehave. It was small and easy to handle and I loved driving it. Now he has a big, long Dodge Intrepid and it is quite honestly too big for me. It doesn’t like to accelerate up hills, which is kind of a problem; us living in Western Pennsylvania and all. It also has this evil radio/CD player that doesn’t like anyone or anything, except, apparently Screaming Orphans. We call it Hictib. I can only hope for the best with whatever car I may or may not receive.