Delving deep into my mind's eye in an attempt to paint a picture of the type of person who might push an '85 Volkwagon Cabriolet, I picture a youthful and free-spirited young woman who probably rocks leg warmers and a side ponytail. She listens to Bon Jovi cranked to 11 as she rolls top down through her local streets and aves. BUT, dear friends, this is hardly the reality - as I learned yesterday.
While approaching a stop sign on my way to the local Blockbuster I happened upon one of the finer existing examples of a mid 80's Volkswagen Golf Cabriolet. As I rolled to a stop I noticed the 40 something, mullet rocking, burnout looking at me in his rearview. I stared back, and began a telepathic dialogue with him that went something like this:
Me: Hey, sweet Cabrio, bro.
40 something burnout: Shes my baby. Bought her brand spankin' new off the show room floor back in '85.
Me: That was kinda the pinnacle of your life, huh?
40 something burnout: Yeah.
Me: Sorry.
one of the finer existing examples of a mid 80's Volkswagen Golf Cabriolet.
Posted by: vibram five fingers | 28 May 2011 at 12:05 AM
Hahahaaha! That's funny. I also try to imagine who owns some of the parked cars I see, or those that pass by. Sometimes the people behind the wheel are not who we expect. In my mind, mini coopers should be driven by young ladies, while hummers are for big guys. :-)
Posted by: Erwin Calverley | 27 December 2011 at 12:37 PM