Did you notice that the name of this article is how to buy a new car and not how to get sucked into buying an SUV, mini-van, or a pickup truck?
I love cars but I hate SUV's, mini-vans, and pickup trucks. SUV's, mini-vans, and pickup trucks are too big, too heavy, gas hogs. Okay, pickups are cool if you live on a farm or on a ranch or if you need that type of vehicle for work, otherwise, do not buy one. And SUV's have some value if you have the need to go off-road, live in the back country, and cannot possibly drive a car on the unpaved road, unless you are motoring in an Audi Quattro. Yet, how many of you who own SUV's have ever taken your vehicle off road? I figured as much.
So, why should you not buy an SUV, mini-van or a pickup truck? Because they are not as safe as cars, and the reason why they are not as safe as cars is because the Republicans, back in the '80's under President Ronnie, who should have won an Oscar for his starring role as Mr. President, duped the public by working with auto manufacturers' lobbyist in creating a legal loophole that bypassed the CAFÉ laws.
What are the CAFÉ laws? Corporate Average Fuel Economy that stipulates that the cars sold by automobile manufacturers must average, throughout their fleet of cars sold, 27.5 miles per gallon by 1985. Exempt from the CAFÉ laws were, you guessed it, trucks, ergo, the legal loophole.
Do you know what the first thing that General Motors did when they passed that loophole to circumvent the CAFÉ laws? They closed the plants that made the big, safe, body on frame, Chevy Caprices, Pontiac Bonnevilles, Oldsmobile's 88 and 98, Buick Roadmasters, and Cadillac Fleetwood Broughams. Why? Because those cars cost more to build than the shit that they threw together calling them SUV's, mini-vans, and pickup trucks, GM made a fortune.
And those mini-vans and SUV's that you people put your beloved children in are, yep, right again, trucks. Did you know that trucks are not as safe as cars? Why? Because trucks do not have to adhere to the same set of safety laws that cars must. Trucks, until just recently, did not have to have head restraints, side impact beams, or gas tanks relocated so that they were not behind the drivers' seat, blow up in a crash, and douse the occupants with gasoline.
All of those rollover crashes that you read about where people are thrown from their SUV's or out the back door of their Chrysler mini-van, which has since been fixed, opens and bounces junior along the highway or the roof caves in and dents your head just enough to kill you, well that is your lawmakers not protecting you but lining their pockets instead with free vacations and other perky gifts given to them by the auto industry. Trucks, as do cars, do not have to have doors that, once locked, will not pop open. Whereas a car roof must hold 1 ½ times the weight of the car on it's roof, trucks only have to hold as much weight as two cases of beer, which is why their roofs collapse in an accident.
You don't believe me? Just go to a junk yard. Do you see that crumpled up piece of metal that looks like an erector set gone bad? Yeah, that was a mini-van. Nice, huh? Trust me; anyone sitting in that piece of shit did not survive that accident.
"Hey, Freddie, what is erotic about buying a car, anyway? Did you forget that this is Literotica?"
Cars, not SUV's, mini-vans, and pickup trucks, are rolling erotica. Whether it was Elvis's pink Cadillac, the Beatles' psychedelic Rolls Royce, Janis Joplin asking the Lord to buy her a Mercedes Benz, the Beach Boys singing about their GTO and the Chevy 409 or the 50's hit, Hot Rod Lincoln, cars are erotic. What about the sports cars from Italy, such as, Maserati, Lamborghini, and Ferrari, now those are erotic exotics? And who would not want to be seen pulling up to an expensive nightspot getting out of a 16 cylinder, 1,000 horsepower, 253 mile per hour Buggati Veyron? Talk about erotic, if you were a guy pulling up in that 1.4 million dollar car, you'd have your choice of gals or if you were a woman pulling up in that car, you'd have me.
"Welcome to Chez Exorbitant's valet parking. I will park your Buggati for you?"
"Not on your life, pal. I'll park my own damn car."
For me, put me in the driver's seat of a Mustang Cobra 500 coupe, orange, with black racing stripes, black wheels, and a six speed transmission. Man, I can't believe this is 2007 and not 1967 all over, again. Suddenly, I feel like Mark Donahue reincarnated. Now, this is what Carroll Shelby and Lee Iacocca had in mind when they teamed up over the Mustang to create the Shelby Cobra.
You just have to look at the two-door convertibles, such as, the Mazda Maita, Porsche Boxster, Chevrolet Corvette or the Dodge Viper to understand what the designers were thinking about when they designed those low slung, sexy cars.
"Honey, I don't understand how having sex with me three times a day helps you to design the interior of a Mercedes CL 600?"
And what about Oscar Meyer's wiener mobile, now if that vehicle is not an erotic phallic symbol on wheels, then nothing is, and phallic symbols are, yes, erotic. Some think that a Checker Marathon taxi cab is erotic while others find the Mini Cooper erotic, no matter, what I am attempting to do here is to help you buy your dream car, be it an erotic vehicle or a practical vehicle. Do you remember those big station wagons back in the '60's with the shag carpeting and mood lighting? That was erotic, especially if you were taking one of those to the drive-in with Becky Sue. Hey, you may like your car so much that you may want to have sex in it or sex with it. Now, there's a story.
"I was on my knees in the driveway with my ass up in the air as he slowly backed up the driveway until the exhaust pipe of the Lexus 430SC convertible penetrated me anally. It felt so good, so hot, that I thought I had blown a gasket. Just to be fucked by my automobile was like no other experience I have ever had. I was blowing out exhaust fumes for a week."
"The court remands this woman in the custody of the state for 30 days observation."
Besides, you cannot turn on your television without seeing a new car ad with some sexy woman behind the steering wheel or sitting in the passenger seat. If you don't believe me, just go to an auto show if you doubt that new cars are not about sex. Sex sells and scantily clad, pretty women sell cars. Do you remember all of those X-rated calendars that they had hanging in the full-service gas stations, when they had full service gas stations and the stations were owned by Joe or Bob or Ed and before they were owned by Muhammad, Habbib or Ali Babba? Additionally, you can tell a lot about people by the cars that they drive. Unfortunately, that is, yet, another story for another time.
"Hey, did you see the guy driving the Yugo? You can tell he's not getting any sex."
At one time or another, starting with Dinah Shore with Chevrolet, every celebrity has stepped in the shoes of a sales representative and pitched a car to the public. "See the USA in your Chevrolet." From the Nash Rambler to the Volkswagen Beetle to the Brinklin to the DeLoreon, cars and sex have unified in creating a need and an image, an erotic one at that, to sell cars. We Americans are in love with our cars and have had an ongoing love affair with the automobile since Henry rolled out the first Model T. Now, what part of love is not erotic?