Manual Italians. Sounds like you chose well. I used to love jettas. So small but they can fit a cello in their trunks. It’s an official unit of measurement.
I drive a 2003 Toyota Celica stick-shift that I love. She has made appearances in my dreams. Men want her and have made me offers, but I won't give her up. I always lovingly tap her stick shift and whisper, "You're my baby." She purrs and rewards me with 39 MPG.
Needed a laugh pretty badly - thank you. “Now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes; And I’m split in half but that’ll have to do.” … Also, not gonna lie, but I’m kinda jealous. I mean, Kia gets to spend so much time with you!
My last three cars have been Fiat 500s (Gianni, Giovanni and Isabella Rossellini de Fiat). Gianni was crashed into and had to be declared totalled (saddest day), Giovanni kept getting hit (it's small and red, people; easy to avoid!) and I believe that's what led to the $5k needed leak repair when I owed the same amount on the loan, so he was traded in for Rosie. (My first two were manuals, she's an automatic turbo.) But ALL of them have the tire pressure thing! And it's like an ounce of pressure that will set it off. When I take it into the full-service station (I tip) the guys all look at me like I'm ridiculous. I shrug and say, "Italians. They can be finicky about details." But my true love was Getta, my Jetta with heated leather seats and a moonroof. I had her for 12 years. Her struts were going. It was time. And she never gave me any sh!t about tire pressure. Love that you and Kia have a thing, Anna. xo
Manual Italians. Sounds like you chose well. I used to love jettas. So small but they can fit a cello in their trunks. It’s an official unit of measurement.
Maybe the person who gave her up got tired of all the notifications (#3) and saw it as nagging. LOL
I drive a 2003 Toyota Celica stick-shift that I love. She has made appearances in my dreams. Men want her and have made me offers, but I won't give her up. I always lovingly tap her stick shift and whisper, "You're my baby." She purrs and rewards me with 39 MPG.
This is BRILLIANT, my friend.
Needed a laugh pretty badly - thank you. “Now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes; And I’m split in half but that’ll have to do.” … Also, not gonna lie, but I’m kinda jealous. I mean, Kia gets to spend so much time with you!
My last three cars have been Fiat 500s (Gianni, Giovanni and Isabella Rossellini de Fiat). Gianni was crashed into and had to be declared totalled (saddest day), Giovanni kept getting hit (it's small and red, people; easy to avoid!) and I believe that's what led to the $5k needed leak repair when I owed the same amount on the loan, so he was traded in for Rosie. (My first two were manuals, she's an automatic turbo.) But ALL of them have the tire pressure thing! And it's like an ounce of pressure that will set it off. When I take it into the full-service station (I tip) the guys all look at me like I'm ridiculous. I shrug and say, "Italians. They can be finicky about details." But my true love was Getta, my Jetta with heated leather seats and a moonroof. I had her for 12 years. Her struts were going. It was time. And she never gave me any sh!t about tire pressure. Love that you and Kia have a thing, Anna. xo
Yours is intimate!
Anna! Love it! The tire pressure thing is my life! Sherry
This is hilarious. I sent it to Sherry, who's writing a new book on people who have intimate relations with AI.
"Kia might be jealous of me getting close to any other cars" haha (lol)