Post-Finals 2006, Part II:
I asked Hertz for a Grand Prix sedan to move my stuff in from NYC to DC, and they gave me a convertible instead. Low bucket seats aren't one of my favourite things in the world, but driving really fast in a bucket of bolts is. It's even better when the engine is from Detroit and knows all about fried chicken rather than sushi. The best part, however, was when the boy was kind enough to move all my stuff from the car to the lobby of my DC apartment while I cheered encouragement from the (dry) sidelines.
The ride back included anti-Canadian signage, a massive snag outside of Philly (which now triggers "negative" instead of "neutral" name recognition here), and a Burnout 3-worthy crash about an hour outside of NY. There was only a metal husk left of an early-90s Honda after the windows blew out and the interior burned up.
I asked Hertz for a Grand Prix sedan to move my stuff in from NYC to DC, and they gave me a convertible instead. Low bucket seats aren't one of my favourite things in the world, but driving really fast in a bucket of bolts is. It's even better when the engine is from Detroit and knows all about fried chicken rather than sushi. The best part, however, was when the boy was kind enough to move all my stuff from the car to the lobby of my DC apartment while I cheered encouragement from the (dry) sidelines.
The ride back included anti-Canadian signage, a massive snag outside of Philly (which now triggers "negative" instead of "neutral" name recognition here), and a Burnout 3-worthy crash about an hour outside of NY. There was only a metal husk left of an early-90s Honda after the windows blew out and the interior burned up.
