Final Pimped Pics

Life has been pretty fun lately. It's interesting to analyze the psychology of getting behind the wheel of any given car. My first ride was a black minivan coincidentally...couldn't wait for that phase to be over with. I think I became much better looking when I was given the keys to a turquoise Pointiac Sunbird (most people wouldn't be caught dead driving this car). It did have a nice system in it though, which made me even better looking - if you can imagine. ; ) After two blissful years of cruisin' in the sunbird, I had the luxury of spending the next two years of life riding around in a pair of black Tommy Hillfiger church shoes and occasionally a three-wheeled motorcycle called a mototaxi. I thought I'd never care the least bit about what car I drove after that...as long as I wasn't walking all day every day. Fortunately, my dad had a green ford station wagon waiting for me to take to BYU when I got off the mish. Everybody in Peru drove station wagons, so I jumped in without thinking twice and took off. About the time I realized that I was going to be dating in Provo (probably week two in Utah), I started asking myself how in the world I ended up with a station wagon at THE most critical point in my life (a true test of humility and I failed miserably). Man was I ugly in the driver's seat of that green station wagon. Soon enough, the opportunity presented itself to drive to Texas and switch out the wagon for my sister, Rachel's, black Nissan pickup truck al estilo mexicano. I still had latin fever, so this truck was sure to help out my game. Now that I think about it, had I not been driving my mom's blue Dodge Stealth when I picked up Caren on our first date, I could still be out there on the singles' scene. Wow! Anyway, the black truck was good enough to get me through until I traded it in for a 1998 Ford E250 natural gas cargo van...the ugliest vehicle I've probably ever traveled in. I drove it home to our new neighborhood hoping that nobody would complain to the city about parking it in front of my house. If it wasn't already bad enough, there is a loud siren in sync with the reverse gear, which can be heard from blocks away. Luckily, we live on a hill, so I can put in neutral to back out and not worry about getting the whole neighborhood's attention. It was ugly, but Xzibit inspired me to understand the true, underlying beauty of all cars in his Pimp My Ride series (very funny guy by the way). A little paint, some new tires, a few decals, and driving is a whole new experience. Not only is the van green, it's green...as in clean emmissions from a natural gas engine, which is ridiculously cheap to drive (63 cents per gallon). To get phone calls while driving around is a good feeling. The successor of babes in life for us men has got to be money. No longer advertising myself - but my business. It's kinda fun.