I believe that we have a Saturday ritual when it comes to me and my boyfriends weekend activities. I pack up my weekender tote and walk the short 300 meter commute to boyfriends apartment complex after work on Fridays.
From there, we prepare supper and talk about what we should do the next day. Though, we both subliminally know that it’s going to be the exact same dealings we did, the week before, and the week before that.
On Saturday, we sleep in and then I wake up and treat him to a nice big breakfast consisting off scrambled eggs, hash browns, and sausages. Sometimes a drop of orange juice too, if there is any in the house. As for me? I can’t eat much in the mornings or I feel ill, so I eat a granola bar or an apple. Of course one would shower, freshen up and put on clothes for the day…
We head out to the Mennonite market and pick up some fresh produce for the week. BF’s swim coach works inside one of the buildings, in the Fish section. We score enough to feed both of us, for two weeks—for much under selling price (love networks). Continue our shopping in the market, and drive home so the fish/produce doesn’t spoil in the heat of the trunk, in the car.
After we drop off the food we head straight out to a car dealership. I bet you’re not surprised. This time, we went to BMW. As I recall I wrote about BF wanting the 135i, pictured to the left.
Well.
This time, we took it for a test drive.
The salesman who we dealt with the first time BF staked out the Bimmer, took us and drove first. He casually informed us that he would be driving it a bit more aggressively than one normally would drive. BF and I just looked at once another trying to hold out on grinning to big.
The salesman was demonstrating emergency breaking from 100km/hr (very impressive, BMW lol) driving and exhelarating with two wheels on the dirt road and two wheels on pavement, with no wobbleing in the steering at all. He then told me to hold onto my purse, as I was in the back seat. :)
Squealing with joy and laughter, as he demonstrated how well the vehicle handled on the road. It was glued so tightly to that pavement, no matter how sharp he took those S turns, and no matter how fast he went. My adrenaline was pumping and the BF couldn’t wipe the ear to ear grin off his face while in the front seat, during the test drive. :) After the salesman was done, he parked it and told us “Canada’s Wonderland is now over, for the day.”
Then, it was his time to test drive. Ultimately he was nervous, as he’s only been a passenger in a bimmer before. He started driving and seeing how it worked for him. I gotta say folks, I think I’ve we both fell in love with that machine of a car. BF and I couldn’t stop talking about it for the whole weekend. It was awesome.
Alright enough about that. It’ll probably never be “my” car, and I’d never be allowed to drive it, if he purchased it — haha!
In other car news I also test drove a car on the weekend. The 2010 Corolla S with leather interior and a “moon roof” (why don’t they call them sunroofs anymore? I’m not liking it as much as the Mazda 3. I think it’s the fact that I can’t get over that I feel like a little old lady inside the Corolla. It’s a bit boring compared to the Mazda 3 which is a bit more modern looking inside and out. The Hatchback is the one I’m leaning on at the moment. I can’t get over how much I think about cars in the run of a day. I’m like an male adolescent seeing a nudey magazine for the first time. Thinking about it constantly. Eat, drink, work, sleep cars. lol Ahhhhhh!
Locupleto. What is it??