I was at the Holly Ridge Golf Course the other day, hitting some balls and praticing my quality of golf when I happened upon this fabu car in the lot. Just my perfect dream. My friend agreed to take a photo of me standing with “my car” energy surrounding me. Well, why not? It’s a fabu car and I think I deserve it… at least in my dreams.
Don’t you agree? Wouldn’t I look just splendid zipping down the road in my hot red Corvette? Of course, as I know hot red cars are always bait for the bears in the woods, (that means PO-LICE dahlings) I would keep my speed under the limits, at least on those well patrolled roads. I think I’d have to move to Montana to get up some real speed. Or maybe New Mexico? or Utah?
Wide open spaces hear I come! 🙂