10.28.2010 - 11.02.2010
When I first started my blog back in January and I was sitting stranded in San Francisco spending 90% of my time with my mother, I contemplated using my blog as a forum to chronicle shit my mom says. Lucky for me and all of you, that very night, I got onto a flight and was whisked away to sunny Sydney where slightly more interesting topics awaited me. Well, my mom and dad have recently arrived in the land of Gandolf and Frodo and I am once again spending 90% of my time with them. As an outlet to vent any frustration, err, I mean, to expound on all of my mom’s wonderful qualities, I have decided to resume “shit my mom says.”
When mom and dad landed at the Invercargill airport, I parked my car and made a beeline to gate 12 (of 1) to greet them. I escorted them outside and as we exited, mom stopped dead in her tracks. I turned around ready to hurry her up, but the shocked expression and fear in her eyes gave even me pause.
Mom: (pointing to a car directly outside the airport doors.) Oh my god. Jee-sus. Please, don’t tell me that thing is black beauty. (see the picture below and you will see why this is so funny. And no, it’s not black beauty.)
And while we’re on the topic of black beauty, I am sad to report she has now been temporarily laid to rest. There were a few minor problems with it: a slight brake deficiency (they worked wonders going 10 mph, just not so much over that speed or coming down hills. There’s nothing like using the e-brake on a regular basis), random loss of power (awesome when you’re trying to make a turn and oncoming traffic is heading your way) and an oil leak that leaves enough smoke to reach the passengers of a 737 at 30,000 feet. Lucky for me, my little knight in shining armor has friends in high places. We will now be making the south island expedition in black beauty 2.0 - a Honda legend. I used to defend black beauty til I was blue in the face, but after stepping into this vehicle, I can no longer be the great defender of my former vehicle. When I drove for the first time with excitement and surprise to be in a car with fully functioning brakes, I realized perhaps black beauty wasn’t quite the beauty I’d believed her to be.