My new job as an administration assistant for Hertz Car Sales of Bend has afforded me the privilege of driving any car on the lot that my heart should desire to run my daily errands. I am in no way a car expert, but simply a girl with a whole-lotta-opinion.
This car is beautiful! I really like the fullness and length of this passenger vehicle, which is a lot like my Honda. The wheel base is wide enough to manage the horribly rutted roads of Bend, while maintaining a smooth pursuit.
The first time I drove this vehicle, my stomach did a thousand flips when it shut off at stop lights and such. I didn't know! This former ghetto girl slapped her one hand on the dash and the other in the air and started to cry out to Jesus! Ha! 'Cause that's what you did when your car died! I was fist-pumping elated when I simply touched the gas and the car rose from the dead and proceeded on its way. This car, my friends, is the answer to the millions of prayers rising from the ghettos of America! Haha! "Lord! Let my foot but only touch the gas pedal to bring life back to the dead places of this vehicle!"
Since my mind thinks in the musical, I leave you with this. As I cruised around in this beauty, I could totally see a mom, who just dropped off all of her kids; finally having a moment to herself. She pushes the play button on the secret CD she has stashed away, jamming to Eminem's Lose Yourself. Rapping every word. Bass bumping. Hips busting a move. Freely remembering herself before rules, and diapers, and sleep deprivation. All the while, reducing her carbon footprint! Ha!
Eminem - Lose Yourself