Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Car shopping on the 210?

Growing up in Denver every time I saw a fancy "luxury" car like a Mercedes, or BMW, I remembered thinking, wow, those people in that car MUST be rich. I also remember telling my mom as a kid that when I made my first million (STILL hasn't happened, dang it) that I was going to buy myself a brand new, forest green Jaguar. I mean after all...isn't that what ALL millionaires want to drive?

So as a wide eyed new "California resident", and being one who is always stuck in a 45 minute commute home those 15 miles from the office...I tend to gaze around me at the cars people drive (hard not to as on the 210 freeway you have to be alert for who might cut you off). And while I realize now that CA isn't entirely made up of just luxury high end cars (I think this was my thought as a kid; that everyone in Southern California had to drive a Mercedes, or Jag, or Porshe....otherwise you were kicked out), I have noticed myself becoming de-sensitized to the idea of seeing them in the lane next to me. It isn't out of line to see a 7 series BMW, trailing a Porshe, with an Audi right behind it. On the other end..you have the "eco" friendly cars. So many cute pastel Prius cars speeding past all the above $5oK models.

Is it weird I miss seeing an SUV in 4wd cruise by? Or a big dualie truck with the loud diesel? 

On a completely unrelated thought (yup typical Jess, veering off to something else) can I just say while I don't miss the snow that seems to keep falling back home, "summer" in March is still throwing me. On the drive home the other night (when not staring at the BMW or Mercedes around me) I caught a whiff of one of my favorite smells, freshly cut grass as I passed a park in Arcadia. FRESHLY CUT GRASS...in MARCH! WHAT?? This smell has a small place in my heart. It's the way my senses tell me it is officially summer time in the Rockies.  So to smell it in March is just unreal! Yet every day since I noticed it, I make sure to take in a huge breath of it, and pretend it is summertime, back home.

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