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A major part of my life is my beautiful red 1997 Chrysler Sebring convertible. A lot of time is spent traveling in my car, conducting late night therapy sessions with friends, going on spontaneous trips to various restaurants, concerts, houses, the mountain, doing just about anything. I will drive almost anywhere, provided I'm in the mood and there's gas money [donations gladly accepted]. I've been known to drive off to places as far as Michigan. Being a night person, this is often late at night... I've put some work on my car, as you would any older car, but its in decent shape now and I should imagine will last me, um... as long as I want it. ;) Yeah, my car is running on love, baby [or, as a friend said, "premium gasoline"]. And it won't ever die. ;P If and when I do "retire" my car, I never plan on getting rid of it, I'll just.... move it somewhere. And drive it only on special occasions. ;) Oh yeah... Everyone knows I love driving, and anyone who knows me really well has probably spent a lot of time in my car with me. My Sebring is cozy and inviting-- yet sexxxy and exciting. Being a convertible, you pretty much can't go wrong: on a dry, sunny day, you put the roof down and blast the music; on cold, wet, rainy day, you can drive around and drink hot coffee and hot chocolate. It only seats four "technically", but there's often more than that trying to pile into it-- but I don't drive like that. ;) It's desired though. Yeah. My car's just pretty damn cool. God, do I love my car. Who doesn't love my car? A while ago, I decided my car was going to be the "Baby Monkee Mobile". Because, ha ha, I have a sense of humor. ;) Oh, do I have a sense of humor... The original Monkee Mobile, as you may know, is the Monkees' red 1996 convertible GTO. It seated, I believe, seven or eight, which is pretty damn cool. That's like an SUV, but without all the obnoxiousness. My car, being also a red convertible with a beige top, I thought, hmmmmm, that's a coincidence. My car clearly doesn't have that many seats, but that's why it's the Baby Monkee Mobile. Plus, it's cuter. Like I am compared to The Monkees ;P [Oh, that's a joke].
So, being as though my car is clearly "smaller" than the original Monkee Mobile,
I decided it will graciously
be a tribute to it. And it plays the part well.
I of course designed my own one-of-a-kind label in Photoshop for the back bumber saying
"Baby Monkee Mobile" in the kitchiest lettering I could make, and had it made
into a bumper sticker by a specialty company in California. It was the best $20.00 I ever
spent on that car. I'm very proud of it. I'm bringing Monkees back.
Now, I can imagine people are probably thinking,
generally speaking,
the Monkee Mobile has got to be the lamest thing ever. However,
if you're really thinking that, you don't "get it". And honestly I don't care
if you don't "get it"-- you won't be in my car.
That's the whole point-- why it's so cool. It's fun, it's weird. It is... completely unexpected.
And basically I'm just convinced I can get away with anything I want if I do it right.
I can make anything sexxxy... At least, that's what I say. ;)
It's such a beautiful car, I really feel like it can get away with anything.
I'm proud of the fact that while people
may want to scratch their heads at why I did this, or say something about
The Monkees being rejected, they're usually too busy looking at how beautiful
car is... And the driver. ;)
Of course, the whole thing about it is it's not like all I play is The Monkees
music in my car. I play just about anything I want to hear in my car.
And I go anywhere I want to go. It's my life.
It is versitile.
It's unique. It's the Baby Monkee Mobile. And if you can't get a joke,
I can't help you. ;P
The only problem with doing something like this is, it makes my car very
distinguishable. So, if I'm driving badly, everyone will know it's me. ;P
Or worse, everyone will associate even worse things with The Monkees than they
already do-- see, I take RESPONSIBILITY for things like this.
Of course,
I think I drive very well most of the time, and I've never had a ticket for anything.
And I drive on one of the most dangerous highways in America. ;P
The Monkees
should probably give me royalties for all this advertising I'm doing
for them. ;)
My friend asked me if I "call" it The Baby Monkee Mobile on a regular basis.
The answer is, um, no. Not really. No. See, I'm actually pretty normal in real life,
and don't do stuff like that unless I want certain people to laugh so hard they
spew their milkshakes out while trying to drink them. ;)
In which case, an added voice is used for special
effects.
Usually it's just
"my car" or "the Sebring". "Baby Monkee Mobile" is, after all, it's "official" name,
and we don't need to be official all the time... ;P
The inside of my car is as nice as the outside.
It is often scented of various air fresheners, preferrably vanilla,
and usually has some pillows and blankets if not in the back seat,
then in the trunk. I try to keep it stocked with bottled water,
hand lotion, lip gloss, music, and various supplies I would need
if I took off on some adventure.
Oddly, my car is sort of the
opposite of the "Tardis" on Dr. Who:
while seemingly large looking on the outside it
manages to be surprisingly small and lacking room on the inside.
Beauty is not without its drawbacks. But oh well.
It's sort of the sedan of sports cars: a "sport" car for people
who really don't want to deal with the drawbacks and special
features of an actual sports car.
The Sebring is definitely about how it looks and feels.
I didn't plan on having a convertible, nor did I choose a car that I thought looked
like the Monkee Mobile. It just simply came to me and I liked it.
But now I realize, like many other things I had to embrace, that this was
meant to be.
When I was younger
I really wanted a Honda Accord.
;P
And yes, various Monkees have been in my car, but they shall remain nameless
for the time being. ;)
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Photographs of Christine and I with my car in Brooklyn.
So, yeah. I must have a bunch of photos of my car somewhere. So, I will be adding them to this page in time, as I care to find them...
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