Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
— lyrics from "Mercedes Benz" by Janice Joplin
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz ?
— lyrics from "Mercedes Benz" by Janice Joplin
I’ve always driven very nice cars. My first car was a used, mellow yellow BMW sedan. It was a very nice looking car that broke down on the way home from purchasing it. After putting a new battery in it I drove it another six months before trashing the trany in a street race.
I’ve even leased a BMW Z3 for two years to enjoy the convertable experience. But I really can’t justify three cars so Suzy and I make do with her ‘like new’ ’97 Jag and my ’04 Lexus small SUV. We used to have a Lincoln Navigator, but since we don’t travel to Vail much anymore, we really couldn’t justify the relly big SUV.
I’ve driven some very nice cars that my friends owned like Mom’s Mercedes 560SL and a race car that Laurence owned that was so loud the maker didn’t even bother putting a radio/CD player in. If the love of a fine automobile or just autos in general is an American thang, then I’m very American.
I don’t try to justify my love of cars or the expense entailed in exploring my fantasies. It’s like the many saxes I own–I enjoy them so much, each in their own way, that it makes me happy. Hey, it could have been fine wine, women and song… or worse. ;o)
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