Hi,
My name is Chris and I am a recovering yuppie SUV fanatic. I love puppies, daisies, and pretty goldfish. I really love single Mom's and H3s - they are both fun to drive and make me feel "BIG".
I guess I am addicted as I continue to drive both as I speak...
I have a brain and the career to have bought an H2 but chose the H3 based on utility and apperance. But I grew up in Pennsylvania - or Pennsyltucky - so I guess I really don't understand the concept of "big", the workings of the rest of the universe, or which side of my underwear is front versus rear even though I have three college degrees (one terminal). I am still trying to decide if my Ph.D diploma is worth more as a purty wall hanging or toilet paper. In fact, I just can not sound out the names of them dar' fancy foods like "escargo" and "tiramsu" so I'll just take them yonder beers and fixins and be sure to belch after an hour to indicate my contentment. And I'll try to remember to wipe when the time comes....
As I am 14 years older than the pre-requisite age of 19 for knowing and doing all, I guess my sell-by-date had long passed and senility has obviously settled in..... as stale goods are so passe, I think I'll zip my loc' now....
So I'll go and drive my H3, along with my two other "garage rods" that I earned on my pittance of a salary - some even while a po' white boy college student wannabe. I shall persevere in my contentment with a "small" lifestyle, all the while enjoying the giggles of glee from my single-mom paramour's daughter as I drive over curbs, stumps, Barney, Spongebob, and the occassional loud mouth, pot-hole filler shipped in from the land of the all-knowing, formerly the state of Texas, as I take my gals fishing.
Did I mention I have Russian heritage?
Yins take care now.