Erin The Great

I 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.