I had my first ride in a Ferrari last night.
Which coincided with the first time I have ever felt cool getting out of a car or driving down a "strip". I feel very uncool and unhip 99.999% of the time, partially due to the fact that for the past year my pants almost always exhibit a drawstring waist, and my footwear--laces.
Yeah. Orthotics and sweat pants are really hot this season I hear.
I recently bought a new toyota matrix, which I love. It gets pretty good gas mileage, I can throw my bike/skis in the back no problem, and I can sleep quite comfortably in it with the seats down. These are all major bonus points which I appreciate on a regular basis...
But I can tell you it does not cause anyones jaw to drop, nor does it cause random strangers to hang out of their vehicles to compliment you on your 'ride'. People don't rev their engines when they are stopped next to me at a light. No. The matrix can do a lot of things, but it doesn't do any of those.
Riding in my friend Kate's 355 Ferrari last night (in pants with a zipper and shoes with heels) I saw what happens when you are sitting in a car that gives some men wet dreams. It was pretty hilarious. I may have to post some pictures...
The quote of the night goes to a 20-something guy who was sitting on a park bench near a set of lights that we were parked at. He was deep into some story of woe, it looked like he was listing off several things that had gone wrong for him that day, or month, or whatever...his friend was nodding sympathetically. When the guy looked up and saw the car he then added to the list as he threw up his hands,
"And there's a fucking ferrari..."
Oh yeah baby.
But like all things good and bad, it had to end. I woke up this morning to find my guise of coolness has once again vanished and I am back to being just a girl in sweatpants driving a matrix.