Impractical and irresistable my dreams of having a car in Manhattan would have to be for a classic one.
My dad once had a 1959 Silver Cloud Rolls Royce back in the 70's, he bought it for $3,000 bucks.
I can't really share on the memory of the flashy classic since it existed before I was born, when the family grew so did the frivoltiy of the Rolls. My parents opted for more practical wheels, a horribly ugly Mazda mini van carted us around, not an illustrious two toned Silver Cloud Rolls Royce. poor me.
I can daydream and see my younger thinner father and mama cruising around in our dusty desert town of Tucson, Arizona so oddly elegant those two.
The closest I will be getting to my classic impractical car is digging out those photos and framing them in an obscenely expensive frame.
Oh yeah, and here are some bouquets i made for Sprout.
The begging will promptly resume for a BMW 2002
