I got such a kick out of this:
Karma Carr parked next to a slick, shiny, leather & burled walnut interior Jag. I like Jags. Kind of in the way I like Harleys – impractical for my life but romantic. Symbolic of freedom, somehow. Maybe someday I’ll own one or the other.
For now, rusty, trusty, Karma Carr will do just fine.