Me: I’m selling my favorite thing today.
Father in law: Your kids?
Me: No, my car.
I no longer need Tactical Car, which I love. The objective realization that it took up garage space I needed, I paid insurance for a car I drove twice a week, and a few other factors led me to decide to sell it. And so, I will turn over the keys to the new owner tomorrow. Here it is with the vehicle I now mostly drive reflecting off of its awesome blackness:
Suck exhaust note, hippie.
I’ll miss zero to sixty in five seconds, how awesome everything from This Darkened Heart to Jessie’s Girl sounds through the Bose sound system, the way it accelerated like you were on a horse that just got slapped hard in the ass, and taking turns at high speed.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, we need some high speed moments alone.