
It isn't that I think this is such a gorgeous car or anything. It's that it would be a public attestation to the fact that I think being judged on our transportation is ridiculous. Naturally, in this car I would be judged on my transportation, thus the irony.
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There isn't a bee in my bonnet. We were in town and I saw a light blue station wagon with wood grain and a top that Mr. Popeil could fix and decided I HAD to have one. Then when Chris and the kids pointed out to me that they would never ride in it (this was several weeks ago) I started thinking about cars as a status symbol and it went from there. :-)
a big wagon like that makes me think of Miss Goree and her wagon.
good times good times
just think of everything you could run over in it! awesome!!
Old People and Lincoln Towne Cars.
Excuse me but paw has been wanting a lincoln for quite some time now.
we had a car exactly like that when I was a kid. It had the rumble seats in the back where my sister and I used to sit and while my father played Neil Diamond on the 8-track.
I remember it had vinyl seats that burned my legs many times. Even so, lots of good memories in that car.
Probably not so great on the gas mileage though ;-)
Sorry mama, I certainly did not mean to offend (yall can't possibly be old; when I finally became scarce at your house yall were not yet 40!) I remember that AZ herself used to call that little station wagon yall had before the Taurus a "hearse." Didn't it have red interior and the neato thing inside that opened the gas flap?
Law! It was a gray Escort Wagon! I forgot all about that car!
When I get that ghetto-mobile of my own, I dearly hope it has an 8 track player. I shall listen to ELO and Jesus Christ Superstar all the time.
Actually, I do that anyway...
I haven't seen a car like that up here in New England in over twenty years!
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