Say hello to my little friend
Ain't it cute? Black with tan interior. Rockin' stereo system. Excellent visibility. Plush interior for an entry-level car. Smooth ride. Shiny as shit. (For now.)
We need to get a room. I'll admit it. Because we're in love. And I can't stop gushing. It's embarrassing.
And let me just tell you how stupid in love I am with this car. Actually, love has nothing to do with it. I'm just stupid. Tonight at about 9, I was headed north on Cooper, toward my apartment, when a big police Suburban flashes his lights at me and pulls me over just past Union and Cooper.
Shit, I'm thinking, I was going the speed limit! WTF!!! My insurance already went up the moment I bought this! Now this?! What did I do?!
Dude asks for my driver's license, and asks me what kind of car I'm driving. I explain, and say, "I just bought it today and I'm still learning how to use it!"
"Obviously," he says, "since you were driving without any lights on."
Oooooh, right. I'm not used to a car that doesn't have daylight running lamps. Thankfully, he let my idiot ass go. And from now on I promise to remember to turn on my headlights.