Pimpin' Schu's Ride
Shopping for a new car in the Real World sucks. Shopping for one in the fictional world can be a lot of fun!
The other day I spent way too much time choosing a new car for Schuldig to drive in the Realizations Arc. Since he had a racy European import in Cold November Rain, I decided to give him a Japanese car for the new continuity. After all due consideration---defined as drooling over car images online---I chose the 1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder as shown above.
Why this one? Well, I liked the lines, the engine, etc., and the color of this particular example is perfect! The interior is black leather, the convertible top is referred to as a "ragtop" and it's just damned sexy, if you asked me. Plus, I read several performance reviews and this is a frickin' rocket ship to drive, precisely what my daredevil German telepath would want.
{sighs happily. yeah, the llama's in love with the guy at the moment mostly because he is just so damned fun to write for!}
So, it sounds like a match made in heaven, right? Well, it got even better!
If the information I was coming across is right, it turned out these cars were developed right here in the US and not in Japan. So to have one in Tokyo with the steering wheel correctly aligned meant it had to be reverse designed and then imported there! Heheheh! Schu's one of those characters who would find perverse joy in such complications.
As much as I love this car and the scenes that I've written within it and around it thus far, I can't help but be afraid that Melpomene is going to decide to wrap it around a telephone pole one of these days. {winces} That damned angst muse of mine can't make up her mind about the heaviest sorrow for "Karmic Backlash" and, frankly, that's bugging the crap out of me. Worse, I won't get to write it until next week at the earliest, but I don't really mind.
Lauren will be here tonight and she's all excited about having me cook for her---she wants that pasta salad I've become notorious for---and all the other things she misses from home. That's convenient since I miss the same things, too. It'll be nice this afternoon when the whole townhouse smells like bacon for the salad and maybe cookies, too.
She didn't ask for any, but I just might surprise her with some all the same. Hmmm... a batch of snickerdoodles just might fill the bill. {smiling, the llama hurries off to get back to work on preparations for the onslaught of not only his own child and her current beau but other family members beginning tomorrow}
The other day I spent way too much time choosing a new car for Schuldig to drive in the Realizations Arc. Since he had a racy European import in Cold November Rain, I decided to give him a Japanese car for the new continuity. After all due consideration---defined as drooling over car images online---I chose the 1996 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder as shown above.
Why this one? Well, I liked the lines, the engine, etc., and the color of this particular example is perfect! The interior is black leather, the convertible top is referred to as a "ragtop" and it's just damned sexy, if you asked me. Plus, I read several performance reviews and this is a frickin' rocket ship to drive, precisely what my daredevil German telepath would want.
{sighs happily. yeah, the llama's in love with the guy at the moment mostly because he is just so damned fun to write for!}
So, it sounds like a match made in heaven, right? Well, it got even better!
If the information I was coming across is right, it turned out these cars were developed right here in the US and not in Japan. So to have one in Tokyo with the steering wheel correctly aligned meant it had to be reverse designed and then imported there! Heheheh! Schu's one of those characters who would find perverse joy in such complications.
As much as I love this car and the scenes that I've written within it and around it thus far, I can't help but be afraid that Melpomene is going to decide to wrap it around a telephone pole one of these days. {winces} That damned angst muse of mine can't make up her mind about the heaviest sorrow for "Karmic Backlash" and, frankly, that's bugging the crap out of me. Worse, I won't get to write it until next week at the earliest, but I don't really mind.
Lauren will be here tonight and she's all excited about having me cook for her---she wants that pasta salad I've become notorious for---and all the other things she misses from home. That's convenient since I miss the same things, too. It'll be nice this afternoon when the whole townhouse smells like bacon for the salad and maybe cookies, too.
She didn't ask for any, but I just might surprise her with some all the same. Hmmm... a batch of snickerdoodles just might fill the bill. {smiling, the llama hurries off to get back to work on preparations for the onslaught of not only his own child and her current beau but other family members beginning tomorrow}