with her baby at the doors to the Zentrum, Homecoming
I see myself in the garage late
at night alone. Alone except for me, and my car. A beautiful
Cosmo Black M Roadster. It is my pride and joy. I am in touch
with every dust spot or stone chip that has taken to residing
on the car. I am just glad that my husband goes to bed early
and my daughter has no interest in things with wheels unless
they just get her to her destination. This is my time. The
time this woman really enjoys.
I am a clean freak about our
house and our vehicles. Guess my mom taught me too well. I am
proud of that though, and take pride in what I work so hard
to keep nice. Some people think I am nuts, but hey, to each
I think my
love for vehicles comes from being an only child and a tomboy
hanging out with my dad. He loved sports cars and my goal in life
was to have a Corvette like he did. Once married, I did. And then
married again, I did again. Only thing, this car as beautiful as
it was, was not my true love for a vehicle. Not until the day I
sold the cherry fire engine red Corvette covertible for the
little so called triple black "batmobile" showroom 1.9
Z3. This was my baby! It was true love! And so the obsession for
this beauty was born. My obsession to drive it, clean it, and
love it was very clear.
I have the kind of personality to seek
others that feel the same as I. And so the Z3
message board was found along with my whole family of friends
that share the same love. Yes, I have a job. I am a office
manager in a office and live in a small town. But I have the only
car like it around here. I love it. Just driving to work and
parking it outside is great. I can open the door and check on it
anytime I like. Sometimes I go to the mailbox more than once,
just to be able to see how wonderfully patient it sits and waits
looking as cool as ever.
The only thing now to mention, is I
no longer own my little triple black Z3. With sad regret I traded
this little gem for the power and performance of the M Roadster.
It was the saddest along with the happiest day of my life. I knew
you would understand. It is my new found gem that now gives me
the power thrill I must need to be able to say, bring it on boys!
Must be that tomboy thing again!
I do not know if you can tell
what kind of woman I really am from this or not. Probably not.
But to me, that is really not that important. What is important
that I along with alot of other women, all share a feeling of
joy. That makes us all alike that way. What makes this whole
thing so unique is that we females are so alike , yet so
different! Oh, life is good!
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