This morning, Hulk's odometer hit 10,000 miles.
My baby's growing up.
It seems like just yesterday when I was negotiating his price over the phone and via email with the dealership's internet sales rep. Squeezing into him with that little smiley Hispanic sales guy. At least he didn't point out the full sized glove compartment. Getting reacquainted after 10 years with stick shifting again. Driving him home to Bellagio and worrying if he'd be stolen that night or would the thieves wait a week or two. Finding out a few months later it wasn't home I had to worry about in so far as nefarious people stealing things. Driving him to Universal so I could ride on his namesake back when I was 50 pounds lighter and able to fit in a roller coaster seat. Buying my key chain fob with a genuine Universal Studios Hulk/Bruce Banner figure equipped with a hidden green LED "night vision" lock light. Taking a weekend trip to Cocoa Beach, the farthest I've taken him thus far. Learning what a mini-A/C compressor, thin sheet-metal bodywork, a tiny-volumed passenger compartment and the unrelenting Florida sun can and can't do to avoid sweat beading on my brow. Discovering that with my big and tall frame I can't put my right leg at full rest and adequately maintain control of the pedals thus making a trip of more than an hour non-stop uncomfortable; more than two hours straight...untried since it'd probably be impossible without rest stops, likely relegating my Hulk to commuter-car-status-only forever. Realizing last week as I witnessed his windshield wipers starting to perform poorly and hearing a slight gurgle of the engine at stops that, like all Chevys, Hulk too will likely become a repair headache the very second his full warranty expires in October of next year.
My baby's getting old...
Hmm, I do like the look of my neighbor's car!
My baby's growing up.
It seems like just yesterday when I was negotiating his price over the phone and via email with the dealership's internet sales rep. Squeezing into him with that little smiley Hispanic sales guy. At least he didn't point out the full sized glove compartment. Getting reacquainted after 10 years with stick shifting again. Driving him home to Bellagio and worrying if he'd be stolen that night or would the thieves wait a week or two. Finding out a few months later it wasn't home I had to worry about in so far as nefarious people stealing things. Driving him to Universal so I could ride on his namesake back when I was 50 pounds lighter and able to fit in a roller coaster seat. Buying my key chain fob with a genuine Universal Studios Hulk/Bruce Banner figure equipped with a hidden green LED "night vision" lock light. Taking a weekend trip to Cocoa Beach, the farthest I've taken him thus far. Learning what a mini-A/C compressor, thin sheet-metal bodywork, a tiny-volumed passenger compartment and the unrelenting Florida sun can and can't do to avoid sweat beading on my brow. Discovering that with my big and tall frame I can't put my right leg at full rest and adequately maintain control of the pedals thus making a trip of more than an hour non-stop uncomfortable; more than two hours straight...untried since it'd probably be impossible without rest stops, likely relegating my Hulk to commuter-car-status-only forever. Realizing last week as I witnessed his windshield wipers starting to perform poorly and hearing a slight gurgle of the engine at stops that, like all Chevys, Hulk too will likely become a repair headache the very second his full warranty expires in October of next year.
My baby's getting old...
Hmm, I do like the look of my neighbor's car!