But obviously cars evolved. And so has everything else. (When I go back and read books I wrote years ago, I laugh because I mention certain technology in them. I remember one of my characters in a book being so amazed at a cellular phone that was about the size of a toaster. Haha. Lesson 56 in writing: Don't date yourself in books unless it's absolutely vital to the plot. That way if it doesn't get published you can haul it out years later and epublish it. Epublishing and free enterprise rock!) (Lesson 13 in writing: For God's sake, read it RELIGIOUSLY for typos because there are people out there who will tear out your throat for even one solitary typo. And never, ever misuse a word either. I think there's a secret society of people out there who never forgive me for using Camero instead of Camaro. Please forgive me.)
Back to cars. So I'm looking at my car now and thinking there are buttons on this car that I don't know what they're for. And it's a TEN YEAR OLD Ford Explorer. (It's practically an antique. And now I'm smiling at all the people who are thinking, 'Why is an author driving a ten year old Ford Explorer instead of a brand new Ferrari?' Hahaha. Author is just another word for starving artist. I'm lucky I have a car that works and a spouse who makes a much better living that I do.) The auto makers had to make all the cars automatic because if they hadn't people would be killing themselves while trying to shift gears and push buttons at the same time.
Okay, here's the interior view of the 2002 Ford Explorer.
|I look at this and make grunting sounds. Fat Woman drive car.|
Good. Grunt. Snort. Snoggle.
|Man, it's eerie how much I resemble Bruce Willis flying|
into the air after pressing an ejector button to
escape an exploding airplane.
|The moment before utter despair set in in a teenage boy's|
heart. Poor kid.
|Does this look like the epitome of abject disappointment?|
Why, yes, yes it does.
So I want that Charger next. I drool over them every time someone drives by. Screw economical gas mileage. I want the cool car. I want to rumble down the street.
|Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.|
|Well, that wasn't the interior of a Dodge Charger. WTFWIT?|
This is just a typical night at the Bevill residence.
Zombies, witches, and the like.
|All right, it isn't really the interior shot of a Dodge Charger.|
Can't fool you, can I?