Were the man-gods messing with me?
A couple of weeks ago, I traded in our Jeep for a Toyota Prius. I guess before I get to the story, a little background information is required. We have a friend who traded in a BMW for a Prius about two years ago, and proclaimed that he had to turn in his man card. Now, to the purchase experience.
As I drove into the Toyota dealership, I was in my Jeep Wrangler, listening to Steppenwolf’s “Ride With Me” on my iPod. Sounds pretty manly, right? Well, after the usual two hour experience of buying a new car, I was ready to drive off in our new Prius. (I really don’t think there is anything unmanly about a Prius, or that my testosterone level would decrease.) I started the car, turned on the stereo for the drive home, and with my iPod on shuffle, on comes “Fernando” by Abba. Seriously.
So to summarize:
Enter in a Jeep with Steppenwolf blasting
Exit in a Prius with Abba blasting
Eat Write and Exorcise 