Yesterday I read my mini-blog post about the Corvette show to my boyfriend. He’s all, “You’ve got the eyes, but you’re missing the sounds and smells.” “Yes, but I’ve only got 150 words.”
I’m sure we’ve all heard a Corvette flying down the interstate and heard how it sounds. The only better sound is a Harley flying down the interstate.
As for the smells, my boyfriend hates the smell of the exhaust and the gas burning. Me? I love it and am all inhale deeply, exhale slowly.
Maybe one of these days, when I’m like his age, I’ll be responsible enough to own one. As for now, I’ll just dream.