Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dead Dad's Curve?


Saddened that he can't ride our dirt motorcycles to school because they aren't street legal, Christian decided he should have a street motorcycle.

We decided that he shouldn't.

The end.

No, actually, to assuage his obedient/accepting but disappointed spirit, we decided to dust off the old deathtrap, otherwise known as the Fiat, so Christian could sort of get the feeling of driving a street bike with the wind in his hair as well as the rain on his head when he forgets to put the top back on.

Some history about the Fiat: My older brother saved his pennies and bought his very first car (the Fiat) when he was about 21. That was in 1979. Until we bought the car from him about three years ago, he babied it and pampered it and did everything a responsible car owner should do to make a car hang in there for 30 (thirty!!!! can you believe it?) years. Click and Clack would be so proud. Then Sean drove the Fiat for over a year before leaving for a land with even smaller cars--the cars there are so small they can't really be seen by the naked eye. That's why buses and feet are Sean's basic modes of transportation. You can't see those cars. So tiny. So very, very tiny. Invisible, actually.

So anyway, there we were, thinking, yes! Perhaps the Fiat was the alternative to Christian's quest of acquiring that mussed and tousled look of "helmet (quite unforgivable) hair" and having bugs stuck in his teeth. He was game. I documented his first go, and jiminy cricket, you should have seen Dave's face! The look of horror and fear was unforgettable. Ah. Sorry. I was remembering the first time he saw me without makeup. But truthfully, Christian finessed that temperamental clutch so well it was as if he had been hanging with the ol' gang at Le Mans his whole life. Take a gander:


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Sean apparently wanted to be remembered while he was away, so he left a sweet little calling card on the driver's door. And it works like a charm! We always remember him when we look at that side of the car, bless his heart.

See what I mean about a "deathtrap?" A Hummer would happily eat the Fiat for a happy-hour hors d'oeuvre. This little thing could probably fit underneath a semitrailer with no one the wiser. Great way to elude the cops if that particular need comes up yet again . . .

7 comments:

Gwyl said...

Ah...The memories of a little sports car. Have fun with it but always remember to drive as if you are invisible, not invincible!

Ashley said...

Vrroooooom!!!!

Lisa said...

This is a definite chick magnet.

The Morris Family said...

Christian could pull a Clark Griswald and hide under the semi truck in the Fiat whilst getting his Christmas tree.

Beth said...

This was the coolest car, I'm glad that it is still so cool!

Dave said...

To clarify, my look of horror from driving with Christian was not from his driving, it was from the fact that my knees were pressed against my chest! (this is a very small car, and I am not so very small anymore)

Jacque said...

Deon! You know, We could always test my Hummer next to that cute Fiat..
Just a thought....
Maybe Christian wouldn't want it anymore and you're home free!

I sure miss you! It's been too long!