So I decided to get myself a new ride for a Father’s day present. The Touareg was acting finicky- with tire pressure monitors telling me I had a flat tire for no reason. Couldnt get a good trade in on a Prius, so I went in a different direction- a dream car. Made in Coventry, but owned by brownies. Anglophilic Indians living in the US of A , rejoice . Your car is here. May I introduce to you the Jaguar XF. Schweeeeeeet. I drove up to Cary two weeks ago and settled into a luxurious, pliant, supple silver rocket ship which is now mine for the next 36 months for the measly pittance of 12 dollars a day. Pshaw, lunch money, I say. I drove home at 90 and felt like it was slow motion. Guys come up to me in the parking lot to admire it. It is a blast to drive. Tight, fast, sleek, elegant. I am now a Jaguar aficionado .
I took A out the first night and we had Radiohead- Hail to the Thief playing – nice, and he opened it up on I-40. What a rush. M wants one when he grows up. He will have to become a doctor now. Ha ha. T and A are less impressed. Anne is happy it has 5 seats though. So I got that going for me.
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