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A New Ride

I have a new car. I have a new car. I have a new car.

I traded in my big-ass Pacifica for a Camry Hybrid. It's pretty. See?

It has keyless ignition (which seems to serve no purpose but to keep you from having to put the key in the ignition). It has heated seats. It has dual climate control. It has a talking map with little flags to represent the location of restaurant--for example, Bob Evans is marked with an American flag, and a pizza shop is marked with an Italian flag. It has a sunroof which I will never open because the passing wind sucks out my ears.

It also has Sirius radio, and so now I have my very own Broadway channel and the Amaazing Seth Rudestsky. I think Seth and I are going to become good friends.

Cars don't bring happiness, but this one brings show tunes.

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Anonymous said…
HAPPY NEW CAR!! I LOVE IT!
I know there is a Honda Accord somewhere calling my name, but Cedarville keeps wanting money every month. boo hoo
I've been stuck on the Glen Campbell tunes all week thanks to the "lineman" reference, and Dive and Rich!
"...like a Rhinestone Cowboy..."
PF
8:42 AM
dive said…
That's pretty, Robyn.
I like its smile.
I'm not sure about heated seats though. But it's a great improvement on your planet sized Pacifica.
Enjoy.
8:46 AM
DearestDragonfly said…
Robyn, as they say in California: Awesome. And a hybrid, no less.

Enjoy! Enjoy!! Enjoy!!!
9:52 AM
Gina said…
Very pretty! And a hybrid, to boot!
10:53 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
What time will you be picking me up Robyn?

Good for you going with the hybrid. we must all do our part to save the planet. I'm thinking of getting rid of my VW sedan and trading in for... nothing
11:57 AM
Sassy Sundry said…
That's great, Robyn!

Now you have show tunes too.
12:31 PM
Scout said…
PF-Don't you just hate that song? I found myself humming it while making dinner last night.

Dive, I never thought about cars having a smile before, but you're right. It's a happy car.

Dragonfly, you have a "green" car too, don't you?

Gina, I'm still getting used to the hybrid thing--it's whisper quiet.

Rich, get your own ride. Would you really give up your car?

Sassy, hi.
12:35 PM
Miz Minka said…
Congratulations, Robyn, she's a beauty! I wonder if those things come with air conditioned seats? That's what I'd want here in the Land of Fruits and Nuts. :) Enjoy your show tunes!
1:44 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
I've ben thinking of giving up my car now for a while. It would just mean scaling down to one car for the family. I hate driving now. The crazy people I encounter on the roads is down right scary. Plus in the state of Massachusetts auto insurance rates are the highest in the country.
6:07 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Wow Happy Rides Robyn! We said you deserve it, now you can have your own CDs playing without waiting for use of your husband's. Great. Yes, it's very pretty indeed. Lucky thing x enjoy.
8:04 PM
Anonymous said…
What a gorgeous looking car. It's more like a spaceship.
8:26 PM
DearestDragonfly said…
Yes, Father C. has gone 'green'. But the outgassing interior is anything but!

Watch out for blind folks crossing the street -- I've read that the quiet hybrids are almost 'invisible' to them while easing to a stop.
11:30 AM
Anonymous said…
Good for you Robyn. I am desiring a new car myself but it is not in the cards for another couple of years.
4:05 PM
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