(August 2, 2014 at 4:16 am)bennyboy Wrote:(August 1, 2014 at 8:17 pm)c172 Wrote: Hmmmm, since some parts of that mock dream got weird, how about just a plain jane 1988? I like older cars, myself.
And a Chipotle burrito with white rice, black beans, barbacoa, cheese, sour cream, and salsa fresca. I'm over there weekly at the SDSU student union.
But if the fire engine didn't have some laryngitic engineer shouting siren noises, and if I didn't exit the freeway at top speed like a weirdo, then, maybe I'd be driving this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yXHznl1u5o (same era)...
...and my aforementioned burrito would be dusted in Nesquik powder, and instead of black beans, it would be mini marshmallows.
I once drove an early Honda Civic. What a fun little car that was to drive. As for me, I had a Toyota Tercel. There's something about a car that simple that really appeals to me-- you know, if you need to change the clutch pad, you and a couple friends with a hand-winch can get the job done.
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As far as I'm concerned I hate old civic's. They are fred flintstoone cars. The holes in the floor get so big you have to stop with your feet.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
