Monday, October 29, 2012
I cleaned out my cache of content this morning. The first post of the day is of today's Page 3 gal, so go all the way back to that post to catch up. If you post enough on one day, Blogger has a capcha screen that comes up so you have to prove you're not a robot. That happens to me on occasion.
You really couldn't hear the stereo with the top down and I was too tall for the car, needing to look almost over the windshield to see where I was driving.
The biggest drawback was that old Sol really focused on my nose. I burned the hell out of my nose and I still have odd acne on my nose sometimes to this day and we went for the car ride over 10 years ago. When I get cancer on my nose I'll know why. Don't freak, faithful readers. I don't have any moles or growths on my nose and I check every day. If there's the slighest concern about a spot on my nose, I'm going to the dermatologist right away.
Later in life, the ex and I needed a car for a few days and we rented one. I still liked it, until it was time to put gas in it. For a small car it got only 23 mpg or so. What the hell is up with that? The ex's Escape got better mileage than that and it had more room for people and dogs. The mileage is why we didn't buy one when we bought the Escape. Still, I do like the looks of them. Marie's sister is an EMT and she says some of the most unsurvivable accidents she sees are involving PT Cruisers. They seem to fold up like a tin can.
I knew a guy, Ray Bear, who had a GF at the time with a huge set of hooters. She was a bikini model and the whole bit. She couldn't help but stick them out and men used to just stare at her. I'm a fan of all things breasts, but I don't think I'd be thrilled with men constantly staring at my GF. Or, maybe I'm missing something and it is pretty cool to be getting what so many others are lusting after. Beats the hell out of me.