Hours behind schedule, the car is finally tinted, cleaned, and ready to drive away, though first the dealer, Jamar (unrelated to my property management company in Bloomington by the same name), had to show me how to operate this technological terror.
The dealer and I. Navigation tutorial. A Ph.D. leaves one yet ill-equipped to figure out how to use the supremely complex navigation device.
Testing out the Bose sound system with a little t.A.T.u. (200 Po Vstrechnoi).
Turns out that the dealership screwed up and accidentally gave me a free technology package (navigation, voice operation, 6-disc changer, back-up camera) and fog lights.
And the meal I cooked the other night: dijon super lump crab cakes and jumbo French escargot on baguette with gruyere and garlic infused butter. There's some asparagus there too.
Monday, April 07, 2008
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4 comments:
Dude, I'm worried about you in that car. I've seen you drive the old beast where all you had to do was drive (and occasionally adjust the duct tape on the window). I'm worried you're going to wreck this thing fiddling with the GPS and the Tatu (cringe) doing 110mph up 95. And tinted windows? Are you serious? And yes, these are all digs.
You watch out for baseballs,
Matthew
Don't worry Matthew, Brian is a good driver, and more importantly, he is part robot. I'm sure he will cybernetically fuse with the vehicle and operate it much better than you or I could ever dream.
Yeah, Matt! What e said!
brian is anything but a good driver, he crumbles the moment he is not 100 percent certain of the way to go...
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