laugh.it.up.fuzzball.

Every so often when I’m cruising around in my 1994 Toyota Tercel, usually when I see one of my coworkers in traffic or pass a 16 year old in a Land Cruiser, I feel a little tinge of embarrassment. Even though I know that it doesn’t matter at all what conclusion they may draw from my vehicle of choice (it is my choice, by the way, to drive that car), I still let it get to me. And then I take a few moments to shake if off and remind myself why I’ve driven my crappy little car for the past 9 years.

But sometimes, and this doesn’t happen often, I come across something like this that makes me proud to drive my extremely reliable, extremely fuel efficient vehicle…