D.B. Cooper
June 6th, 2008 . by ErinI own a 2002 Mini Cooper that I drive like Stella Bridger on the ‘The Italian Job’ and I love the looks I get from guys when I’m driving my car. It’s a very strong look of the undeserving. Like I could possibly be a girl and actually drive my car the way it should be driven… I have news for you guys; I drive my car more then appropriately (like a bat out of hell). So don’t you worry!
I took my car in for an oil change earlier today, and of course received ‘the look’ as I drove up and handed my key over to the scruffy looking mechanic. After waiting for an hour completely zoned in the book I was reading (They Shoot Canoes Don’t They by Patrick McManus in case anyone is interested) I heard my name called. Awesome! DB loves getting her oil changed and I was very excited to drive her home. As I approached the counter I could see that the look in the mechanic’s eye was one of an inquisitive nature. ‘Super’ I thought to myself as I braced myself for the usual lecture. ‘I love it when you bring your car in’ said the man. ‘Thanks…’ I replied. ‘You have no idea how badly I want to take your car out to the salt flats and see how well she corners!’ he exclaimed. ‘Maybe next time’ I replied. He then went into the usual spiel on how I should be driving my car. ‘I don’t know how you’re driving your car but…yada yada doesn’t matter because everything he mentioned I already do (when cops aren’t around)’. ‘Thanks man, I’ll remember that’ I said simply as I left the garage. Guys are funny. But I appreciate the advice anyway.
I love the mini coopers.. How is it on gas?
Yeah, I love it when guys talk down to you because you’re a girl. Like you don’t know what you’re doing. I just want to look back and blink like a wide eyed retard “ohhhhhh!!! Thank you SO much!!” and walk away.
So when you say you drive your car the way it’s supposed to be driven, are you including the time you stalled her on a hill in Salt Lake… or no?
I hate you! You know very well that was the first time I’ve ever stalled on a hill…. embarrassing!
I don’t know very well that it was the first time EVER. It was just the first time I’d WITNESSED it… Not to mention it was the first time I’d even been in a car with you.
Or you could have leaned over the counter that seperated Mr. Pinhead and you, batted your lovely eyes, and said in a dead pan voice, “I leave slow pokes like you in the dust every day”.
From The Queen of “bat out of hell’ driver-Laura can confirm that-I learned most of my crazy driving habits one fun summer living in SLC :-))))))
Fair enough Nate, fair enough.