Yeah Baby yeah! or Baby, you can drive my car.
It seems that everyone must have a band/singer/artist that they LOVE, while everyone around them decries the obvious terrible flaws of said band/singer/artist. However, despite all protestations - we still love them. With all our hearts. I'm not saying that you are number 1 fan of this artist, and maybe you really only know the greatest hits. But, it makes you happy and therefore brings a huge grin to your face.
I will admit, publicly and loudly and with very little shame (although there's still residual bashfulness) that I LOVE Pat Benatar.
So putting out the $15 to see her live, in her ripe old age of 57 was FANTASTIC! And even though she held notes out instead of hitting them because her range was gone, I still loved it.
She was the opener for REO Speedwagon. Although I'm not that into REO Speedwagon (REO standing for Ransom Eli Olds - the bands founder, also the founder of Oldsmobile) I was entertained by the lead singer (Terry?) seemingly to end his phrases with "yeah baby" or "dudes."
So yeah baby yeah, loved that concert!
I drove us there and drove us back. I have a used car that I love to drive. It gets me around town. I have a great relationship with my mechanics that tell me not to put too much money into it. I do regular oil changes and check ups. The car initially cost less than my computer (although with all things considered, it's now probably costed more). However, it has its downsides too. Sometimes, when it's cold, it will completely stall out. The dashboard lights must be going too since there's a tendency to flick on and off occasionally. Both things just happen when the car feels like it. On the way back, something got loud. Really really loud. The loudness was on the order of me being pretty positive that we were going to EXPLODE and DIE. Maybe I would have been less nervous if my car and I had a reliable relationship, but that's not how I roll. The backseat passengers (who had legitimate knowledge about cars) said it was the muffler. I couldn't believe them - it just seemed TOO LOUD. And they didn't know my car like I do. I think people with normal cars (or maybe who are just normal people) don't listen all the time to their car. I've trained myself to listen really really carefully in case something happens and I have to explain it to my mechanic or the Click and Clack Brothers. Because of this, you can imagine how incredibly loud the sounds were to me.
I got home, and the next morning crawled under my car. The seam where the exhaust pipe was connected to the catalytic converter had ripped apart. Apparently this is called a "hole" but I think when they are completely disconnected it should be called something else. When I got to my trusty mechanic and explained it - they directed me to a different place explaining they don't weld - they just replace. So, on I go to the new place, which gets my car raised in the garage within 5 min of me being there, brings me into the garage to see the part that needs "fixing", explains the metal is thin, and after I talk a little with words such as "cheap" and "old" and "temporary," accepts that I just want to weld it.
40 min later, it's done. The owner says "How about you give me a $10 that I'll give to the tech and we'll call it even?"
I pay in cash.
The deal is done, my car is once again silent.
Quoting the Beatles "Beep beep. Beep beep, yeah!"
I will admit, publicly and loudly and with very little shame (although there's still residual bashfulness) that I LOVE Pat Benatar.
So putting out the $15 to see her live, in her ripe old age of 57 was FANTASTIC! And even though she held notes out instead of hitting them because her range was gone, I still loved it.
She was the opener for REO Speedwagon. Although I'm not that into REO Speedwagon (REO standing for Ransom Eli Olds - the bands founder, also the founder of Oldsmobile) I was entertained by the lead singer (Terry?) seemingly to end his phrases with "yeah baby" or "dudes."
So yeah baby yeah, loved that concert!
I drove us there and drove us back. I have a used car that I love to drive. It gets me around town. I have a great relationship with my mechanics that tell me not to put too much money into it. I do regular oil changes and check ups. The car initially cost less than my computer (although with all things considered, it's now probably costed more). However, it has its downsides too. Sometimes, when it's cold, it will completely stall out. The dashboard lights must be going too since there's a tendency to flick on and off occasionally. Both things just happen when the car feels like it. On the way back, something got loud. Really really loud. The loudness was on the order of me being pretty positive that we were going to EXPLODE and DIE. Maybe I would have been less nervous if my car and I had a reliable relationship, but that's not how I roll. The backseat passengers (who had legitimate knowledge about cars) said it was the muffler. I couldn't believe them - it just seemed TOO LOUD. And they didn't know my car like I do. I think people with normal cars (or maybe who are just normal people) don't listen all the time to their car. I've trained myself to listen really really carefully in case something happens and I have to explain it to my mechanic or the Click and Clack Brothers. Because of this, you can imagine how incredibly loud the sounds were to me.
I got home, and the next morning crawled under my car. The seam where the exhaust pipe was connected to the catalytic converter had ripped apart. Apparently this is called a "hole" but I think when they are completely disconnected it should be called something else. When I got to my trusty mechanic and explained it - they directed me to a different place explaining they don't weld - they just replace. So, on I go to the new place, which gets my car raised in the garage within 5 min of me being there, brings me into the garage to see the part that needs "fixing", explains the metal is thin, and after I talk a little with words such as "cheap" and "old" and "temporary," accepts that I just want to weld it.
40 min later, it's done. The owner says "How about you give me a $10 that I'll give to the tech and we'll call it even?"
I pay in cash.
The deal is done, my car is once again silent.
Quoting the Beatles "Beep beep. Beep beep, yeah!"
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