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Ford applause for my Chevy Camaro :)

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

Preface: I haven’t added an entry to BlackburnDigest since May 2nd! I’ve had good intentions (but we all know which road they pave!) I’ve even tried to keep a notebook of “bloggables”, so that I could bridge the gap ‘someday’…… maybe, by the time anyone happens to read this, the May-to-August gap won’t be there; I’ll have taken my notes in hand and filled in a few blanks. Today’s laugh just refuses to sit quietly and wait its turn, however!

Thomas’ (T IV’s) Mustang has been patiently waiting for his financial picture to improve enough for him to take “Betty” to the Ford dealership for her overdue routine maintenance (oil & filter changes, tire rotation & balance, brake relining – all that fun-type stuff). Of course, all that TLC usually requires a few hours; time which is either whiled away in an exceedingly uncomfortable chair in an bleak waiting room, reading a thick book or your iPhone messages , or time spent relaxing or doing other chores at home because someone follows you to the dealership and ferries you home:)

That “someone” is often me, and for the past 13 years I have enjoyed parading my shiny red Chevy Camaro past the New Car Sales area enroute to the Service bay of our local Ford dealership. There is a shorter route to the service area, as Thomas remarked today, but there is always a gaggle or two of watchful, hopeful car salesmen (doing a fair imitation of vultures on alert) along the route I choose to take. They have always paid a bit of attention as “The Scarlet Lady” has rumbled past them (Glass Packs, Baby!), and I admit I have always enjoyed it:) Hey, you’ve got to find humor somewhere! I get a kick out of the ‘middle-aged female/red sports car/handicapped plates image’ – LOL!!

Today was a first, though, and I hope their boss wasn’t watching! The Lady received the usual appreciative glances (“She’s not a Ford, but she sure is pretty” has always been my translation.) as I rolled by on my way to meet up with Thomas and bring him home. Scant minutes later, we passed by them again to exit the dealership. . . . .several of them clapped their hands and one salesman stepped out just behind The Lady and pointed to her license plate! I’m still grinning!