Memoirs of a Ranger
Ford Ranger, that is.
Dear Maroon Mini Van,
Hi, I know you don't know me, but we almost met today going east on the 91. You were the conservative little maroon Dodge Grand Caravan, I was the sexy blue Ford Ranger. I saw you but didn't really notice your more charming aspects until you were really close to my rear bumper. I understand that some vehicles are more forthright, but your aggressive advance took me off guard. I usually like to keep my distance until I know what another vehicle is made of. I understand, and we might have some cultural differences; you rolled off the line in Ontario while I'm a good down-home boy from Michigan. I hate to say it but I think you came on too strong, much too aggressive. Regardless of your technique, you got my attention. I feel like we nearly touched in a special way when you decided to pass on the right. I got a glimpse of your clean lines and alloy wheels, and a really good look at your rear. When you slipped in front of me, not three feet ahead, I could tell you were flirting. I'm flattered, but my heart belongs to a cute little green Saturn that lives in Norwalk. I thought you were nice so i thought we could be friends, but I'm sorry if I scared you when I slipped past and cut in ahead of you. I guess I needed to know I still had it, and I wanted to show off my moves. Don't take it the wrong way, I didn't mean to slow things way down when I was in front of you. The black Mustang didn't take to kindly to me being so close, so I had to hit the breaks. I'm sorry if I scared you off, I noticed you merged all the way over four lanes to get away. That's how things go sometimes, but listen, no hard feelings ok? Maybe we can still be friends; if I ever see you on that section of freeway again, I'll be sure to say hello.
Cheers,
Navy Blue Ford Ranger,
Eastbound 91.
Dear Maroon Mini Van,
Hi, I know you don't know me, but we almost met today going east on the 91. You were the conservative little maroon Dodge Grand Caravan, I was the sexy blue Ford Ranger. I saw you but didn't really notice your more charming aspects until you were really close to my rear bumper. I understand that some vehicles are more forthright, but your aggressive advance took me off guard. I usually like to keep my distance until I know what another vehicle is made of. I understand, and we might have some cultural differences; you rolled off the line in Ontario while I'm a good down-home boy from Michigan. I hate to say it but I think you came on too strong, much too aggressive. Regardless of your technique, you got my attention. I feel like we nearly touched in a special way when you decided to pass on the right. I got a glimpse of your clean lines and alloy wheels, and a really good look at your rear. When you slipped in front of me, not three feet ahead, I could tell you were flirting. I'm flattered, but my heart belongs to a cute little green Saturn that lives in Norwalk. I thought you were nice so i thought we could be friends, but I'm sorry if I scared you when I slipped past and cut in ahead of you. I guess I needed to know I still had it, and I wanted to show off my moves. Don't take it the wrong way, I didn't mean to slow things way down when I was in front of you. The black Mustang didn't take to kindly to me being so close, so I had to hit the breaks. I'm sorry if I scared you off, I noticed you merged all the way over four lanes to get away. That's how things go sometimes, but listen, no hard feelings ok? Maybe we can still be friends; if I ever see you on that section of freeway again, I'll be sure to say hello.
Cheers,
Navy Blue Ford Ranger,
Eastbound 91.