New Bumper Sticker: BEWARE THE BUICK*
Next time you're driving through a grocery store parking lot or limping down the highway behind a slowpoke, check out the name on the car. BUICK. I don't care if Tiger Woods is trying to promote them as hip and happening. You can pretty much count on an older driver, wearing black wrap sunglasses, who is a chiropractor's dream ("Can you turn your head at all, Mrs. Smith? No doctor.") You can just watch her Our Fathering her way into the parking spot. I'm not bashing older drivers (pardon the pun.) Just the older drivers in Buicks. They scare me.
My sister learned to drive on our electric blue 1974 Electra 225. Man that was a great car. But I won the prize. I learned to drive in a 1976 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. Black with red leather interior. I learned to DOCK it, not park it. Tony was the best car ever. I still have a set of keys to Tony in my glove box on a red leather keychain with a tarnished letter K.
*This post does not apply to a certain favorite aunt in Florida.