In regards to yesterday’s entry, I feel as if I may be giving the wrong impression. You see, I know absolutely nothing about cars. I’m not even interested in learning anything about cars. As long as we have a reliable form of transportation, one that gets us from here to there without stalling in the middle of a busy intersection, that’s enough for me.
I just didn’t want anyone to assume that I went to a car show this past weekend because I was all OH! CARS! Let’s go check out those engines! Alas, while J is a typical male and does enjoy such a thing, the main reason we went is because I maybe had a touch of I AM GOING CRAZY GET ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE NOW OR I WILL STAB YOU and nothing else was going on. I figured it would be a good photo opportunity, anyway.
I am, however, attracted to sparkly and shiny.
To prove that I wouldn’t know a specific car if it was right in front of me, on our drive home J began to reminisce about his cherished El Camino’s. I should know El Camino’s because J loves El Camino’s. By the way he talks, I think the man is more fond of El Camino’s than he is of me. They are his car (’69 thru ’71 only, of course).
“They didn’t have any El Camino’s at the Car Show”, I threw out, off-handedly.
“What?”, J asked, apparently surprised.
“Did they have an El Camino at the Car Show?”
“Yeah,” he laughed, “you took a picture of it.”
Why yes, turns out I did. It was red. And shiny. El Camino’s? Not so much. Red and shiny? By golly, now, that’s pretty!