Adventures in the key of 'C'

In light of controversial bloggness, I shall now delve in to the mindless world of recent adventures I've partaken in. I'm fairly easy to please, just send me on my way with a car, a tank of gas, and maybe a juice box and I'm happy. Saturday was such a night, and hopefully if my computer holds out long enough to post a few pictures, I can even illustrate how I spent money this weekend.

It all started when picking up a co-worker in the morning, mind you I was up at 5:00am to make it to his place on time, and woke him up at 6:35 so that he made it to work... grr. But even more upsetting was the car sitting in his driveway. It was a Chrysler 300, something not uncommon where I work, but what was surprising was the little HemiC emblem on the side.

Long story short, my boss left early and a coworker gave it to me for cheap. I hauled around friends, went to a party, but it wasn't until 10:00 that night that I finally had some fun. I drove nice, surprisingly enough, (the car runs around 350hp) I think it was enough knowing that I could beat out anything on the road.

I decided to hit up some common landmarks around Edmonton... oooh, the picture worked, okay, since it's really small and kinda crappy (I was taking pictures with my palm pilot - give me a break) I'll now go through the pictures:

1. I'm in the car, on Whyte ave, and that car in front and to the right is a cop...
2. Here I am downtown
3. Oooh, in front of the Leg. building... mostly legal, well, that gate arm was up so I'm guessing it was okay
4. Here I am next to SUB, I figured since we rent to the U of A anyway, it would be fine if I kinda went on the sidewalk
5. This is me in the River Valley with a nice city skyline in the background
6. Good old WEM
7. Me in the world's second biggest parking lot (Disney World is the largest)
8. In front of the Pillbox... I mean Rexall Place
9. This is at the Muttart Conservatory
10. Here I am close to a Refinery...
11. ... and kinda in the Refinery, I like to think that I'm invisible
12. Ah, the inside
13-15. And pictures of the hotness. FYI, I lived just behind the car in that Valley area when I was born... or so my Dad told me.

I know, this has nothing to do with anything, but I thought that I'd update you all anyway in feeble attempts to make my life seem more exciting then a garden gnome's.

Then there comes the danger in getting into one’s own car and sighing… wishing for more. I must say that this experience opened my eyes. It was like being at a really fancy hotel, it was nice, but it felt better to be home. Yes, while the umpteen way adjustable seat could be set to automatically conform to me when I got in the car, the lights, windshield wipers and mirrors all worked on their own, and the car did its best to meet my every demand, I missed my Civie… in fact, after cleaning it and driving into the Park, I realized that I did many illegal things to avoid puddles, something I didn’t do so much while driving fatty. Sure, I do the quarter mile eventually, and my stereo doesn’t render the rearview mirrors useless due to vibrations, but I can’t imagine opening the garage door and seeing Behemoth there instead of my car.

Would I ever trade in my Civic for Lardo? Not a chance.