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We all know how much I love my car. I yammered on about it here , here , and of course here . I kiss it before I get in, tell her how beautiful she is all the time, and plan long pointless errands on sunny days in order to drive her with her top down. Yesterday, being a gorgeous day, I took her on a 40 mile trip in order to have a 30 minute lunch with a friend. As soon as I pulled out of the driveway this blinking light came on along with obnoxious beep. I pulled into a station, popped the hood, some nice man ran over and we flipped through manual looking at pictures and it was the coolant light. It didn’t look too low but I bought some anyway and put a bit in and off I drove waving thanks to my new helpful station friend. Driving Speeding Going all race car mode on 4 way highway WEEEE Grr Still on. Diva is not running hot though and the air is on blowing cool air on my legs (yes I know top is down but the air sure is nice blowing up my skirt) Diva is just blinking at me And b@$tching ...

What a great day today We drove into the city in this. We visited with our family. We went swimming in one of these We stopped for one of these on way home Got back home all sunburned and my hair looked liked this. Wee!! What a great day

It is a beautiful sunny day here today. I got to do brunch, nails, and run some errands. The best part is I got to drive Hot Diva Car and put the top down. As I am zipping down the road I end up behind SBAV ( Stupid Big Arse Van) It is going so slow GAH So I get real close of course as that is what impatient drivers do. Right? But then I see she has this bumper sticker: Yikes I don't do hair. I just had to pass her instead ;)

I think I mentioned in an earlier post that I have a high end sports car. It isn’t new though, I bought it off lease from a Florida dealer. I have driven it in the snow and it is all wheel drive that handles very well. Yesterday, I had to drive it on ice and when I made my first left hand turn onto the street it just kept turning. It was quite odd though as I didn’t feel out of control at all. Lovely little sports car just did a perfect U turn as if to say “um, no I don’t think so. We need to go back home.” Now it’s not a Volkswagen but it is a German car. I felt as if Herbie the Love Bug had taken over the wheel. I turned back down my street, passed my driveway, and sweet talked her into carrying on. I am not sure if it’s the German in her or the spoiled Floridian but I had to kiss her @rse all the way to work. I was giving her promises of wax jobs, professional detailing, and high end octane the entire way. What a diva. I love that car.