Friday, November 13, 2009
So my 1999 Camry completely died. It is singing in the heavenly choirs. It is no more, bereft of life. It is an ex-Camry. And now my Anglophile self is the proud mother of a new Mini Cooper S. I keep driving the long way to the library just for the fun of it. So if you happen to see a black and white mini cooper jammin' to Dick Dale and pulled over by the Dallas police for driving mach 3 in a school zone, that might be me. Everyone keeps asking what I've named it, and I'm totally stuck. I've never named a car before. I'm thinking something British like Giles or Trevor. Any suggestions?