One thing that I’ve always wanted to do is learn how to drive a standard transmission automobile. Some of my favorite dreams, when I’m having the most fun, involve me driving the shit out of some sassy little number like this:
Some people say dreams about driving or riding horses are really sex dreams, but I don’t care about some people. I think it just means I want a BMW. With a stick.
Problem is, I’m too chicken to actually drive the car.
But this week is all about getting over my fear of trying new things and so I’m giving it a go in my husband’s beloved Subaru WRX. And then I’ll be so totally brilliant at driving that I’ll have to get my new BMW so I can keep my hand in and not have to re-work through all the trauma of learning how to drive it all over again. I’m sure he’ll be completely on board with that idea.
Fuck the mortgage payment, I needs me a pimpin’ ride.
His car scares the hell out of me because it’s not a normal car. He’s got it all full of “mods” and I don’t really know what that means but I think it makes him a car nerd.
It looks like this:
And on the inside it has this “Pyrometer” thingy
which I can only assume keeps track of how many seconds are left before the car turns into a fire-y Chariot O’ Death.
And on the other side is this “boost” gauge
that makes me suspect this car might actually be capable of flight and I’m terrified I might hit the wrong button because if you think I’m bad a driving cars, you should see me fly a carplane. It’s not good.
And I giggle every time I see this Momo emblem on the steering wheel. And then I say “You’re a momo. It says so right there” because I’m very mature. Not only is it on the steering wheel, it’s on the shift knob too:
just in case there was any doubt as to his momo status.
So anyway, to prove that I actually put on my big girl panties and drove this bitch here’s the video.
Goal for next time: get to third gear.
I think I can do it.
Oh, and for tomorrow?