Aug 14, 2012 - My Owners have had me back Her into yet another campsite in yet another country. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't so contrary - when I turn left, she turns right. I've learned to just go with it as I know it's an argument I can't win. I expect that since we are STILL in a place where I can't read the signs, pretty soon every French, Italian and Swiss in the area will be oogling and awing over HER. Sure... she's shiny, aero-dynamic and maybe even "cute", but what am I.....scrap metal? Shouldn't I get some kudos for hauling her lazy *** around two continents?
Oh, I tried to get My Owners' attention by shaking them up when they accelerated. I tried to tell them that She's just too much trailer for me by wearing out my break pads - I even blew a tire. We just ended up in yet another Porsche dealership in yet another country - me getting probed and prodded while They sipped lattes. I thought the life of a Porsche Cayenne would be better than this...more civilized. Soccer moms driving their kids a few blocks to practice a couple times a week, perhaps a drive along the Oregon coast...and most CERTAINLY, a parking garage. I must have been one mean driving machine in my past life to inherit these two "adventurers".
Life was so much easier before I got hitched to Her....sure there was the odd logging road in Canada, but nothing I couldn't handle...oh but wait a minute, I blew a tire there as well. Don't They know that I'd feel much more secure if I had my spare? Every SUV needs its spare.. but apparently They care more about Music than my well being.
Oh well, at least She's unhitched from me for a few days and I'll get Them all to myself if we go into a nearby village. But even that stresses me out - my mirrors, my mirrors! In the meantime I'll dream about being in the dark hull of USA bound-ship.
...and oh...did I tell you my biggest peeve?
She gets top billing on the blog.
----------Thanks to my talented Aunt for our first guest piece!