Window shopping is so much fun. I can spend thousands outfitting my characters without putting the slightest dent into my own pocketbook–a good thing considering the economy still stinks.
However, I could NOT pass up the opportunity to share the perfect car for one of my characters. Ok, so she’s 90+ years old but she’s still sharp as a tack, has a smartass attitude, is a mean pinochle player, and secretly enjoys watching Formula One racing.
Even though she still needs three cushions to see over the dashboard, she drives like a bat out of hell. Yup, my girl’s got very little patience for slow drivers, preferring to blast past them instead. Sometimes on a double yellow line.
What can I say? She likes living a little dangerously.
So I gave her a souped up, 1971 Plymouth Scamp in Arrest Me Red, with a black hard top and black racing stripes. The racing tires were a non-negotiable. She needs them for cornering on winding country roads.
Yeah.
So take that for thinking old ladies drive like, well, little old ladies.
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