Well, the day has come. The venerable Mustang has been passed on to a lucky sibling, and its successor is here. Behold, the Toyota 4Runner:
It’s a silver, 2004, 2-wheel drive V6. It’s very comfortable inside (far more so than the Mustang), and it rides well. I don’t know much about cars, but I know that I like it.
But the coolest thing happened when I was driving it today. A passing motorist flashed his lights at me not just once or twice, but probably eight times. I waved to him and hoped that it was what I thought it was – and sure enough, about a mile up the road, a cop was waiting, looking for speeders. This was the first time in four or so years that anyone has tried so hard to prevent me from getting a ticket.
Naturally, I slowed down to a crawl for the cop, spat at him, and then threw him a urine-soaked donut. He couldn’t do anything because I was going the speed limit and he had a quota to fill.