Pecadillo's new ride - part 2
Another possibility is the Honda Carry:
With the Carry, owners have the distinct privlage of driving a car that looks the same from both ends. While that's a dream I've had since childhood, I kind of want a vehicle that won't tip over at the first gust of wind.
What a beauty. I'm not sure, but something tells me that the Alto Hustle was originally designed for the Animal Control service. Call me crazy, but I don't want any passenger of mine to catch hydrphobie... again. C-train has never really been the same.
The aptly named StepVan derives its appellative from the fact that it is 1. a van, and 2. roughly the same size as a step ladder.
With the StepVan, you get a vehicle that can - and often does - double as a closet.
And just look at the colorful crowd of people that the StepVan attracts. Those are people I want to party with.
Although... chicks dig guys with trucks.
I don't know, maybe I've been going about this the wrong way entirely. I don't need another car, what I need is a hog. Yeah, a hog is sure to make me look butch. And nothing says "butch" like a Zook:
Even this young Asian man is frightened by the shear manliness that is the Zook.
I'll be honest, I'm not really sure what's going on in that last picture.
Sadly, I'm afraid I might look a bit silly on the Zook. I'm 6 foot 3, and I estimate our Asian friend here at no more than 4 foot 8. Even at his small stature, he looks like an awkward giant on the Zook. I don't know, maybe I should leave the Vespa's for Chesney Hawkes.
Maybe what I need isn't a motorcycle instead of a car, I need a motorcycle that will fit in my car.
The Trunk Bike has it all; it fits in your car, it doubles as a automan, it even comes with its own tote-bag.
My friends and I often find ourselves in this pose, all I need is the minibike to complete the picture.
Here it is. I've found my new ride. I need look no further. Who could resist a name like "The Road Fox"? I defy you to find anything cooler than a Vespa with training wheels.
While driving this beaut' around, people will know you're either the bad boy in town, or you've been stricken with adult onset diabetes.
Where do I sign?
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