Guilty Pleasures on the Road

I always said my Impreza had serious attitude

Once again I’ve been singled out by the always-fantastic Mr. Shev to share with you all, oh faithful readers, my guilty pleasures in life. And because Mr. Shev was all too honest in his revelations, I feel I have to do the same … and at the risk of tarnishing my fabulous blogging persona, here goes.

  • The Chrysler 300C SRT-8
  • It was actually difficult to even type that out, let alone know that you’ve all read it and realize I really do like this car — more than I should. Perhaps it’s because it was my second test vehicle ever in my career, but I think it has more to do with the ridiculousness of it all. Powerful beyond its control and so overpriced for what it was (when it was first released) the SRT-8 was a week of madness on the road and cost me over $200 in gas when gas was well below a dollar (if I remember correctly it was just inching up to to .80 cents). I look back on that car and can’t help but smile, and I feel guilty every time I do.

  • Blasting loud music in convertibles
  • That’s right, I’m one of those people — but I love it. There’s something about listening to loud, obnoxious rap or R&B music while cruising down the open road that just makes me feel fantastic. True, I love the sound of a fantastic exhaust note, but sometimes I just want to groove down the road to the beat of the latest Rhianna tune. I have learned to control my singing in convertibles, however, such is not the case in regular, closed vehicles. I’ve been known to belt out a tune or two behind the wheel. Guilty as charged.

  • Sitting in traffic
  • OK, oh faithful reader, I am not completely mental — I swear. However, I do quite enjoy sitting in gridlocked traffic (provided I’m not missing an appointment or important event). I especially like sitting in traffic when I have a great vehicle to drive. Sitting for hours in the plushy, luxurious seat of the Jaguar XJL Supercharged is hardly torture — at least not for me. While I’m in traffic I have time to fiddle with the onboard computer, explore the system and really get to know my car. I rarely spend hours sitting in my driveway in my testers just “figuring things out” so traffic is a learning experience for me instead of a stressful one — fantastic.

  • The double take
  • I’m not as vain as I sound in this one, I promise you. I love when I notice people on the street do the infamous double-take look at whatever I’m driving. And really, it has nothing to do with me. I love it because it means the manufacturer of the car I’m drivnig has truly done its job. If people take notice of the car I’m driving its because something truly is special or different about it. I didn’t get one second look in the bright, fire-engine red Nissan Versa I drove a few weeks ago. However, the dull, silver colored Nissan JUKE got more looks than the Panamera — incredible. It gives me a little rush to be in a car that’s noticed.

  • Spotting someone reading my work
  • OK, this one is totally embarrassing to admit (Mr. Shev, I hope I’m doing you proud here), but I get a complete thrill when I spot someone on the train or street reading my articles. How do I know they’re reading my work? Well, my local paper was nice enough to outfit my articles with a photo of yours truly under the byline. So, I don’t even have to squint to see if it’s me. The feeling starts as mild embarrassment then slowly swells to pure pride and then full on gloating happiness. I always feel a bit guilty afterwards for feeling so vain about it all, but it truly does give me a rush.

    Now, of course I watch American Idol with an addiction close to that of a crack whore, have a slight obsession with ’80s cartoons, the Dog Whisperer (even though I own 3 cats and no dogs, nor do I plan to), and olives, but you don’t want to hear about all of that.

    Drive on,
    – M.

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    ~ by drivingmsmiranda on December 14, 2010.

    One Response to “Guilty Pleasures on the Road”

    1. […] I’ve mentioned my guilty pleasure of traffic, and it’s true; generally, I don’t mind being stuck in slow-moving traffic. […]

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