Since cars don't have feelings so you can't hurt them (which would be my option #1), I'm using this blog as an opportunity to say that the Ford Focus is an awful awful awful horrible car(!), and I hope I never have to drive one again.
Our rental car for the week seems to have three settings: (1) headlights off; (2) parking lights, windshield wiper, and turning signal on; and (3) bright lights on. Twice now (once for each night we've been here, thankfully) I've succeeded in getting the regular driving lights to come on, but only after very thoroughly wiping the windows, exercising the turning signal, and flickering the parking lights ad nauseum.
The only way I get the right lights to turn on is by hitting them on accident.
Actually, that seems to be the only way I've done anything right so far this week . . .
Good thing I have a talent for accidents.
2 comments:
Are you sure Paul is not somewhere nearby? or aret hoseonly parking difficulties that he inspires?
You're right. He's not out haunting VA, is he? Spoooooky. ;)
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