I don't have children, I don't have a great deal of disposable income, and I'm not looking to really impress. But I certainly am guilty of loving impressive things. Unabashedly so.

The other day I was walking down Madison Avenue and came across something I've only seen a few other times and it always gives me pause. I just wish that I had taken a photo of it. Instead, I'll just write for your imagining pleasure. So close your eyes and have someone read this aloud. If no one's around to read it or your ashamed to admit you read my blog then just read on:


Madison Avenue, midtown New York on a slightly overcast and drizzly day. You're walking at a slowish pace because you've got 20 minutes to burn before lunch, as you round the corner on 49th street heading South towards Murray Hill your eyes catch a glimmer of blue amongst the sea of yellow taxis and black town cars, parked waiting for their next fare. You take a second look, trying to make out exactly what it is sitting there parallel parked ever-so-well and you see. You see a Pacific blue, 4.2 liter, 8 cylinder, 6-speed manual, all-wheel drive, German sports sedan. It's clean, and the clouded sun casts just the right light giving the hue an almost surreal effervescence. You walk up to the vehicle and it's low haunches just scream 90mph Autobahn stormer even at standstill. You longingly pat the keys in your left pocket wishing that there was just one... just one more key on there that unlocked the doors to this four door euphoria. Alas, it is not so and all you can do is gaze at and into the vehicle.

But as your eyes try to take in the leather and rubber bound glory of the black on black interior you notice something oddly out of place. No, not the venti chai latte in the cupholder... What is this interior-tumor and why is it in my dream? As your brain processes what you're seeing you come to the realization that it's an Graco SnugRide2 baby car seat strapped in (for dear life) to the rear center bench. Suddenly you look down and see the corner of a wet-nap dispenser and what is this? A Coach purse?? Egads, where has this vision gone?

Well, in just a few seconds, it all comes together. It must be a mother. A mother with an infant, driving a car. A 420 horsepower, 0-60 in 4.8 seconds (Corvette, Porsche 911 times, mind you), racing blue Deutschland-born monster.

And by god... that baby must be having one helluva good time.


Now, that's, pretty hot.


p.s. no specific reason for all the car posts lately... or maybe I just miss my car.

[image courtesy: Edmunds.com]

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It's good to know that they aren't raising the prices of taxi cabs in New York because certainly they would never blame it on buying $52,000 Lexus RX400 Hybrids instead of $20,000 Ford Crown Victorias. Surely not...

My guess is that there isn't a rate sticker on the side of the cab because the moment you shut that silky smooth passenger side Lexus door you're greeted with a surly and smelly driver who immediately reaches his hand out and says "visa, boss. these bitches is expensive"

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