My car is hilarious.
I was sitting on my stoop, eating watermelon, when I looked over and nearly choked. It’s so small, it seems like it should be wound up rather than driven. It’s kind of funny-looking, with that slope down the front.
But I love my “nose.” I really do. After suffering through the “Doris’ Taurus” years I can truly appreciate the basics: a/c that works, a rear-view mirror that sticks, over 40 mph speed, etc. It’s enough to make me jump in the air, à la those commercials from the 80s/90s.
It’s been my experience that there’s nothing better in life than humor. And if your car provides that as well as a means of transportation, then what else is there?