I enjoy watching “Top Gear”
Though Jeremy Clarkson is the guy I’m most likely to kick in his arthritic hip and then pee on his lame excuse for hair. (Hint: Jeremy, you can abuse Americans all you want. We will always be the country that wiped our feet on the British Empire first)
Anyway, they reviewed the Nissan Juke the other night, and they had the same thing to say about it as me: Not cool. A car which answers a question nobody is asking. In looks, functionality, and utility, it’s a Taurus Judge. it’s the crossover that has a trunk the size of a Honda Civic, apparently, the seating comfort of a Humvee, the ground clearance of a Miata and the styling of a cancerous growth combined with the power and handling of a VW microbus.
I’ve gotten to drive a powerful lot of very nice cars; jags, porsches, benz sport coupes, one Ferarri, a Morgan, a lot of beemers and Audis. It’s cool and fun to drive a small car fast, and I like doing it. I dont’ like having to muscle my way in and out of one, and I have no illusions that if I wrecked one it would just about end up my coffin. In the later years of my life I might get something small and fast, or do as I do now and rent one from time to time, but my life and work lends itself a lot more to four wheel drive than four wheel steering, and it looks like it always will.
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Since the J.R.’s job is close enough to walk, and since gas is pricey, we’ve swapped vehicles. He gets the Zombie Apolcalypse ride and I get his little red souped-up, lowered, custom suspension, turbo-charged, sport-wheeled 1997 Miata. Sleeper. The most fun outside of sex. And seat-of-the-pants go-cart feel. Whee!
Is it wrong of me to double-clutch on the down ramp of the Ravenel Bridge in my black suede-and-alligator peek-toe pumps?
RE: Top Gear
Prezactly! (to quote you, Og)
Joan, I think that you should brag *more* about performance driving with such stylish shoes.
Well, I didn’t want to let on that I actually heel-and-toe the double clutch. I’m afraid the J.R. might find out.
It’s a bit hard on the suede, however.
I had to Google it just to see what the hell it was, apparently a tennis-shoe on wheels, but for $20-grand??
Why not put a 10-inch lift-kit on an X-box and go off-roadin’?
I still want a Judge. Just because the idea of packing a .410 shell and a .45 ACP nightcapper in a pistol appeals to the Chuck Bronson in me.
I had a Brit. racing green ’58 MGA MKII.
Cantankerous 1500 cc. engine with those impossible to keep tuned, SU carbs.
However, driving it in the live oak canyons of SoCal in the late ’60’s was almost…ALMOST
humm, that was weird. Cut off the end of my comment.
I was waxing poetic about driving it being almost as good as makin’ love to my sweet, blonde, SoCal, “Lady of the Canyons.”
That sucker stuck to those winding snake roads like it was on a rail.
You really wanna draw me into this, and make me appear more human, doncha, doncha? LOL
No, this is not a license.
Y’know, I still want a Judge too. Just because. I don’t give a damn if there’s a million other guns out there that can get the job done better. The Judge can get the job done well enough, and that’s all that counts.
That, and the fact that it looks like a fucking hoot and a half to shoot.
I am jealous of Sven.